Book Two: Chapter 67

Mike gasped for air, laying his head against her belly. Her wing curled around him protectively, shielding his eyes from the sun above. He looked at his hand, clenching it painfully. He felt like he had clung to a rope too long, his knuckles protesting when he flexed them repeatedly. The sudden stiffness in his joints dissipated, but his fatigue did not. He ran a hand through his hair, marveling at the amount of sweat.

Relaxing, he let Abella run her hand across his chest. He grabbed her other hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Several minutes went by, the burning in his lungs suddenly fading. He wondered if part of his sudden exhaustion was related to the torrent of magic he had unleashed. Was his magic dangerous? It had never occurred to him during his self exploration that maybe it was something he shouldn’t be experimenting with.

Then again, nothing bad had happened so far.

“Sometimes I wish I was soft like you.” Her voice broke the silence as she caressed his fac