Chapter 117

Why thehelldid everyone have so much faith in him?

Nathan was plummeting at an awkward angle towards the ground, seconds away from just closing his eyes tight and accepting the broken limbs he would probably suffer—and also promising to himself that he would filet Epica and maybe her sister too, just out of spite, for dinner tomorrow—when he caught a gust of wind. He was in his new incubus form, claws and fangs and wings and all, and since his wings were open in preparation for flight anyway, they caught the wind and lifted him like a glider.

But the glider effect didn’t help his falling so much as slow it down and propel him farther away from the Gatehouse, finally giving him the motivation and opportunity toflap. Nathan was immediately amazed how much one simple movement of his wings was enough to soar him back up several yards.

“Nathan!” called Sasha’s voice from the roof that seemed so far away now. “Don’t stop! You’re doing it! Just keep flapping!”