Chapter 40

KYLE'S P.O.V.

One of the most active aspects of myself that I rarely considered to be a good thing was my ears. Whether I liked it or not, they always picked up on everything. Whatever it was, I definitely heard it, even if it was as ridiculous as a pin dropping in the middle of a highway.

As a result, I always unintentionally eavesdropped and ended up hearing things I didn't need to know or would have been better off not knowing. It had constantly been a tug between a blessing and a curse, and so, as I looked down at my cute boyish blue-haired friend sleeping quietly wrapped up in my arms and wings, I couldn't yet again tell which was which.

"My...my...parents...disowned me."