Bonus Chapter: Khail meets Rowan
Mikhail
I don’t know where I’m going, but I couldn’t stay there anymore. My body aches, reminding me of the beating I took from my foster father days ago. Lifting my shirt, I take a look at my back using the reflection from a nearby window to check my wounds. My winged tattoos glow like beacons on my back, and any sign of damage is gone. This all began when wings sprouted from my tattoos. I don’t understand where the tattoos or the wings came from, but it scared my foster father enough to pray while he tried to cut them off. My body shudders at the memory. He called me evil and told me I was sent from hell as he cut them off, then proceeded to use his belt against my sensitive skin.
As I rush through the grimy alleys, I ignore any residual pain. Thankfully, I healed rather quickly, and my wings grew back. As soon as I was somewhat healed, I opened the attic window and used my wings to fly away.