Chapter 15

Carina curled into a small, tight ball and cursed herself. She was not this weak, could not be this weak. Everything rested on her, and she was ready to fall for someone over a little bit of wing preening. That could not be, she could not allow herself to be Carina. She was the Soul of the Flight and that was all she would ever be.

Ishaan slid closer to her, and she felt his fingers on her feathers, gently digging in and straightening them. “Come back, Carina. I can feel you, feel how badly you need this. At least right now you know I can’t hurt you.”

He was right, if he harmed her everything he did would be visited on his body. She could turn into him, let him take care of this awful dragging feeling that pulled at her and then pull herself back together and be the Soul of the Flight again. He was still stroking her wings, and the horrible pressure, the urge to lose control, grew stronger every moment his fingers stroked along her primaries.