Zoey raised her eyebrows,âI know a god and have wings. What da you think you can tell me and I not believe?âshe asked,ââM Zoey Barton.â
He chuckled. âI suppose youâre right.â he took a breath. âIâm an angel, from heaven.â he gave her a small smile. âBalthazar.â he flashed her a grin.Â
She raised her eyebrow,âReally?But you dun have wings.â
âI do.â he tilted his head slightly. âI just hide mineâŚâ he paused. He closed his eyes and loosened the spell surrounding his wings. Their white feathers shook in the slight breeze, he shook them out slightly, and then cloaked them again. âNot many people are accustom to seeing wings.â he chuckled. âwhy do you have wings?â
âWhoaâŚâZoey said,watching with wide eye.She blinked,âIâm part hawk.â
He grinned at her amazement. âGood to know you like it.â he smirked. âPart hawk⌠wow, thatâs different, tell me, how the hell did that happen?â he tilted his head slightly. âBecause the way Iâm thinking⌠its not prettyâŚâ
Zoey shook her head,âUnlce Bruce says mah real mam was part of experiments and they fused mah DNA with a hawks. Itâs really confusing to me and I dun understand half the things he says.â
He chuckled. "well that's better than the way I was thinking." he smirked. "All scientists have that side I suppose." he gave her a soft smile. "Must be nice though, you know. Having the ability to fly." he grinned