Solomon and Jiaoying glanced down at Yari as she slept.
They tried to keep her on her stomach so that she wouldn't accidentally harm herself or the new wings coming out of her back.
There were four of them. A larger pair on each side, then a smaller pair right beneath them. They were beautiful with a succulent oil-slicked plum color.
Yari's skin had become a darkened, glistening caramel. She also had started to show some subtle signs of muscle definition.
Jiaoying looked up. "I-Is there some way to undo the ritual??"
"Not that I'm aware of. If I knew, don't you think that would have been the first thing I brought up? All of this is completely unprecedented!"
Yari turned around uncomfortably in the bed. Her brow was lined with droplets of cold sweat. Every so often, her lips would part, and she would release a ghastly whisper that even her lovers could barely hear.
Solomon only realized the issue when she unconsciously gripped his forearm. Her hand was like fire...
