Rayline.

When the wings were fully extended, he slowly turned his head toward me, and there was a faint glimmer of light hazel in his eyes. Why was he afraid? I tried to understand his feelings, and he looked at me intently.

"I'm not afraid," he said, looking away. "Just nervous."

I jumped, but then I realized that he had been able to read my mind and answer my question. It felt strange because the two feelings were related, stemming from the same emotion: fear.

"Why are you nervous?"

"Nothing," he tried to answer but stopped short. "No one has ever seen my wings like... this." His eyes locked with...