She dodged another arrow, and another, but the third flew true. Her wings instinctively shifted to block the projectile, but the arrow went through and through, causing a golden substance to ooze out from the wound.
While a hit, the wing managed to deflect the arrow just enough to avoid striking the back of her neck. Tired of running, she ducked behind a tree and withdrew two pistols from her jacket.
The winged woman peeked from around the tree trunk. Those steel-grey eyes scanned the horizon. Nothing…
“Figures,” the woman mumbled.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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