There are moments in life when you realize that fate has a terrible sense of humor. Aaron was having one of those moments right now.
His sister had just smiled at him — the kind of smile that was simultaneously sweet enough to rot your teeth and dangerous enough to rot everything else — and told him, in the most politely worded threat he had ever received in his life, that she knew his secrets.
Both of them.
The eyes and the lump on his back.
The lump that was, in fact, his wings folded up so tightly that they looked like a mild spinal deformity to anyone who didn't know better. Whether Ariana knew they were wings specifically, Aaron wasn't sure. What he was sure about was that she knew enough, and in the grand game of "who has leverage over whom," Ariana had just flipped the entire table.
"What do you mean?" Aaron asked.
