By West Thornhill
Her nose twitched. She brushed at whatever was rubbing against it. Deep laughter brought her to wakefulness. Wayde was smiling at her and holding a feather in his hand. What surprised her was the actual feather. It was white but tipped in the colors of a flame. It was one of hers.
She licked her lips. “Where did you get that?”
“This?” He held it up. “It was lying on your pillow. Why?”
“Nothing. Just curious.”
“Angel, talk to me.” He leaned close until their noses touched. He gave her an Eskimo kiss before sitting back. “What’s so special about this feather?”
Sera huffed. “It’s mine.”
“Oh.” Wayde’s eyes widened. “Oooooh. Wow. I thought they were completely white.”
“Ever since Keenan and I Bonded, they’ve been like this.” She shrugged.
She wouldn’t necessarily say that. Annoying maybe because those stupid wings almost got them in trouble. “You could say that. Surprising was more like it for me.”
“You’re hiding something.” He narrowed his eyes, giving her a thoughtful look.
“Yes, I am.” She held up a hand. “Please don’t ask. Not right now. You’ll find out soon enough.”
He nodded. “Okay. But you know if you need anything…”
“I know.” She shifted close and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Wayde.”
He wrapped an arm around her. “You are just as important to me as Ella and Easton. And family helps without asking or judgment.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not my type.”
He tossed his head back and laughed. “Oh, Angel, just think of the mayhem we would cause.”
Sera couldn’t help but join in. Maybe the old adage was right and laughter was the best medicine.