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Lexi. Breathe through it. You are almost finished.” Winger was at her side; he was always at her side.
    She shuddered and flailed out with her hand. He gripped it and held on while her body twisted.
    Finally, it stopped. The pain ceased, the agony receded and all she could feel was the damp of sweat drying on her skin and his warm grip around her fingers. She blinked rapidly and inhaled deeply. “Well, that sucked.”
    He laughed low and deep. “I am relieved to hear you say that.”
    She smiled at him and then turned her head to see the nervous medical staff. “Are you folks all right?”
    They nodded and quickly ran scans.
    Dr. Huurala cleared his throat. “The implant has been accepted. Your body is adjusting to it. The increase of your psychic frequency has worked, but the nature of your talent is unknown. You will have to find out what you are capable of by using your new skills. The Guardians are best suited to help you with that.”
    Winger didn’t wait. He scooped her up and carried her out of the medical centre wrapped in the sheet from her bed.
    He bent his knees and launched them into the air; the heavy beats of his wings were a rhythm that she could feel in her soul.
    The wind stung her eyes, so she turned her face against his chest. He was wearing a battle suit; the heavy armour was buried inside a smooth fabric with a white and black pattern that complimented his hair and wings.
    She inhaled his scent and smiled at the warmth and comfort that ran through her as her brain responded to the signals he was putting out. Lexi had to face it, she associated Winger with safety, and to date, she had seen nothing to wreck her little connection.
    He flew them over a city and then a body of water. He settled on an outcropping and carried her into a skimmer. “I apologize for the exposed flight. We are about to go stealthy for the final leg of the journey.”
    She swallowed a few times. “It is fine. I am guessing that the Guardians need a bit of privacy.”
    “It is hard to come by, but the Whiccins are fairly sedentary. It is only when they do enhancements on someone who is on the criminal-element side that we are called in to interfere.”
    “Does that happen a lot?”
    Lexi watched as they lifted off and Winger’s hands moved swiftly over the controls. He had a graceful competence that she admired. “I have never been able to fly a skimmer. I keep getting distracted.”
    He laughed. “It takes some getting used to. I was raised to use my own wings as soon as they could hold my weight. That didn’t last long.”
    “What happened?”
    “I did something that caused a friend a great deal of pain. One of my wings was broken, and I had to serve a prison term.”
    Lexi was surprised, but she could sense his remorse. “How are you flying now?”
    A wave of slow happiness went through him. “My friend forgave me, and she healed me.”
    “Oh. It was a she.”
    He sighed. “It is not a pleasant story.”
    “May I hear it?”
    He looked at her and made a decision. “When young male Enjels mature, their bodies undergo stresses that cause fluctuations in body temperature. We need sleep companions to keep us from going hypothermic.
    “I had run away from home and ended up enslaved and sold to a large blob of gelatine, working with large animals known as Tovah. Miranda was another slave, and she was assigned as my sleep companion during my wing growth.”
    “My guardian, Osias, came to retrieve me and bring me home. I refused to go without Miranda, so he bought her, too. They had an instant connection, and I was jealous.”
    Lexi’s heart sank. “Oh.”
    “Not the way you think. She was my companion, and I fixated on her. That is what made the next thing so horrifying.”
    She felt queasy, and it wasn’t coming from her. She looked over at him and tried to guess what he was thinking, but all she was getting was nausea and remorse.
    “My growth period ended without warning, and my mating cycle kicked in. I