Hush, Hush

called out. “Your wings have been stripped, haven’t they?” The boy—angel—whoever he was did not turn back. Chauncey did not need the confirmation.
“This service I’m to provide,” he shouted. “I demand to know what it is!” The air resonated with the boy’s low laughter.

That’s the thing about fear. It brings out the worst in us.”

He was the worst kind of wrong. He was so wrong it felt right, and that made me feel completely out of control.