REJECTED MATE
“Show me what they’re doing to Ophois, or you’ll be an owl hooting with a broken beak.”
“Just do it,” Hades said with a huff.
“All right.” She reached into her pocket, extracted her mobile and tapped on its screen with trembling hands.
I gripped her arm. If she shifted, then she would have to fly with me clinging onto her wing.
Meggie leaned out from behind the table, snapped a picture, and returned to show me her screen. “There.”
Ophois stood within a floating pane of glass, his hands pressed against its surface.
“What is that?” I gave her arm a tight squeeze.
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