The instant his hand touches her wings, Nill goes completely rigid, her body locking in place, her hand frozen mid-motion.

Then, something breaks.

She twists out of his grasp in a sudden, reflexive motion and runs. The stool topples behind her with a sharp clatter, but she doesn’t so much as glance back. She cuts straight across the room, wings pulled tight against her back, every movement focused on getting away.

And then she’s out the door, gone.

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