“Winter, since when did you have wings?” Baby’s blue eyes opened and he looked up at her with a strange light dancing in their depths. “How long have you had wings?”
She had to have misheard him. “Wings?” She didn’t have wings. She would know.
“Wings. Big white ones. I sense them. Maki has them, too. Big black ones. Black like raven feathers. But yours are white. Like unicorn hide.”
Winter scowled at him. “I sparkle?”
“Like a Cullen.”