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Once outside, Elsabet flexed her wings but couldn’t extend them. They felt tied to her body.

Relying on her feet, she shook her head like a wild thing, as she struggled to become the valkyrie.

To no avail.

Snarling in frustration, she glanced at the gray sky above her, heavy with clouds. She set toward the trees bordering the meadow.

Thunder cracked, and lightening shredded the sky. Sunlight unable to find her as she fled the castle made of water.

She moved through descending darkness. White tunic mingling with shining blonde tresses to make her a beacon in the descending blackness.

Her boots left distinct tracks. Signifying her direction. Her step grew deeper in the dirt as she stalked in frustration, unable to take to the air.

Rain dumped, but her clothes never dampened. Slipping off her like oil. Only absorbing in her hair. Causing strands to cling to the curve of her back.

Sebastian watched her somewhere between admiration and aggravation. Another woman would’ve admitted exhaustio
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