“No wonder you’ve been hiding her,” he says, stopping in front of us.
I glance between the two men, not sure whether I should be offended or not. I’m suddenly, painfully aware of my wings. The training leathers I’m sweating through don’t help either.
“He hasn’t been hiding me,” I say.
Self-conscious or not, I haven’t come all this way to allow someone to make me feel bad about myself.
is she stupid