The Devil's Broken Doll
The Queen’s hand pressed more firmly against her chest, and the fire inside Adelaide answered instantly, flaring, rising, threading through her with renewed intensity that stole the breath from her lungs, not wild, but inevitable.
The pressure was immediate.
Not from the touch alone, but from something far greater, something that pressed in from every direction, the air thickening, the space itself straining to contain what now built within her, as if her body was no longer meant to fit within mortal confines. Her spine arched beneath the weight, her breath caught as the force surged upward through her chest and along her back in a sudden, violent ascent.
And her wings tore free.
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