The Unleashing
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Having no idea how to make those wings work, Kera just fell like a rock, her arms swinging out wildly, her legs kicking. Then big arms wrapped around her and she was pulled into Vigs chest. Hed turned them both in midair so that he was on the bottom . . . and bam! They hit the ground hard.
The whole thing felt like it took hours to happen, so Kera was able to remember every detail. But nope. All this mayhem in about twenty seconds, if that.
Kera planted her elbows on Vigs massive chest and pushed herself up enough so that she could look down at his face.
Vig?
It took a few seconds but then he said, Im okay.
You dont sound okay.
Just need . . . to . . . get . . . breath back. He opened his eyes, gave her a small smile. Fine. Im fine.
You cant keep saving my life, she told him. It leads to an unbalanced relationship.
I didnt save your life. He took a breath, finally able to breathe a little easier. You would have survived the fall. But you might have been paralyzed from the neck down, which I was pretty sure you didnt want.
Good call.
At least your wings are out, he said.
My . . . Kera looked over one shoulder, then the other. And yes, there they were.
They were big and long, stretching out from her back. The feathers seemed to be a mix of black, blues, and purples, the morning sun glistening off an unsettling amount of wetness. Blood, maybe?
Wow, Kera sighed. Just . . . wow.
They look good on you.
Thanks.
Are you two okay?
Kera finally turned her gaze away from the wonder of her wings and focused on Tessa and the other Crows surrounding her and Vig.
I think so, Kera replied. But Vig is bleeding.
So are you, Annalisa noted.
What?
On your back. It looks like the glass from the window cut you.
I can take care of that inside, Tessa said, leaning over to get a look.
Kera shook her head. I dont know what happened.
I do, Vig growled, his gaze suddenly focusing on Erin Amsel.
What are you talking about? Kera asked.
She tricked me. Told me you were having some kind of PTSD breakdown just to get me here. And when she sent me up to your room, she told me not to knock. Just walk in.
Amsel shrugged her shoulders. I had to get your wings out somehow. This seemed like the easiest way.
Kera felt anger well up in her. An anger she hadnt felt in years, not since shed joined the Marines and didnt haveto live with her mother one more second. The difference here, though, was that shed always controlled that early anger because her mother was unstable. To react to anything her mother did with anger would often prompt an even worse reaction. So Kera always buried her anger.
But now, here, with these women . . . she didnt feel the need to do that anymore.
Kera? She heard Vig, but she couldnt respond to him. Her focus was on Amsel and Amsel only.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Kera growled as she pushed herself off Vig and to her feet.
Look, dont make this into a big deal, Amsel said, her attitude one of annoyance. As if Kera was just being a drama queen about it all. Because its really not.
Dont make a big deal out of it? You could have gotten one or both of us killed.
Ravens are notoriously hard to kill and it wasnt that big of a drop. You would have survived. Besides, it worked, didnt it?
Youre an idiot.
Me? Youre the one whos here five minutes and thinks she can just take over!
What are you talking about?
Asking about our schedules. Trying to organize us into neat little Marine-like teams. Bringing around those stupid clipboards.
What is your problem with my clipboards? Kera yelled.
I know you miss the boring, organized existence of being in the U.S. military. But those days are over. Just fucking deal with it!
Thats when Kera just sort of . . . snapped. She stepped over Vigs prone body, grabbed one of the nearby outdoor chairs, and slammed it directly into Amsels side, knocking the redhead to the ground.
Hows that, bitch? Kera demanded. Am I one of you now?
Bleeding from her face and some cuts on her left arm, Amsel pushed herself up to a sitting position. She pressed the back of her hand against the side of her nose and winced. Youre definitely getting there.
Then the crazy bitch kicked Kera right in the crotch and all Kera could do was drop to her knees from the pain.
With Keras dog barking incessantly and circling the fighting pair but not intervening, Vig scrambled to his feet. He was about to step in since no one else would, but Tessa grabbed his arm before he could move.
The Viking way applied even to the Crows. You just didnt intervene in this sort of thing. Logically, he knew that.
He did. But still . . .
Gripping Kera by the hair, Erin pulled back her fist and punched her in the face, twice. Kera responded by slamming Erin in the gut.
Erin grunted, stumbling back from Kera, her arms around her stomach.