Marina gasps and sits up, her hand going to her head. She finds it shaking when she looks at it, biting down on her lip. “Holy saints. . .” She whispers.
“Oh, wow. They magically appear now.” She rolls her eyes, picking them up and turning away from him. Every moment had her wings shifting, keeping her body from sight as she dressed.
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