Chapter 1

The red numbers on the digital clock beside my bed glowed against my face. A little after five in the morning, they informed me. Perfect. I grabbed a dark button up shirt and threw it on over my PJs, then crept out of my room, hoping not to disturb the rest of the Flock. I tiptoed down the hall and eased the door open, peeking my nose through the crack in the door.

He was lying on his stomach across the bed in dark boxers, probably black.

"Fang?" I whispered as quietly as possible. His eyes flickered open and he rolled over in a flash of black.

"Max, hey," he mumbled. I sat down next to him on the sheets. " Can't sleep?"

I nodded, snuggling under the blanket and into his arms. He stared out the window wordlessly in his usual manner, and I lay there for a while, following his gaze, before closing my eyes, peaceful.

His lips, warm, came down on mine. I kissed him back, already fully alert, until I'd forgotten and again remembered how to breathe. All I could of was the way his hard-muscled body was pressed up against mine, and I wanted more. He seemed to be thinking the same, because his hand came up to unbutton the front of the top I'd put on.

I helped him.

Fang dropped the thing onto the end of his blankets and brought one hand up between my wings. I pulled back to breathe a little when the door opened a crack.

Crap. Crap crap crap crap-

"Iggy, is that you?" Fang whispered calmly. How did he do that?!

Iggy poked his head in and nodded. He froze.

"Is there someone in there?" he asked, a perverted, I'm-happy-for-you-but-this-is-great-blackmail smile lighting up his face.

"You wish," Fang said, his rolled eyes lost to the blind kid.

"Can I come in?" Iggy asked hesitantly.

"Sure," Fang said, motioning with one hand for me to hide. I stood silently, taking two of the quietest steps in my life toward the closet. Iggy came and sat down on the very end of the bed, not seeming to hear anything. How strange.

"So, it's about her," Iggy said quietly.

"I get it, Iggs. And I think you should," Fang said. I paused. Get what? Had they had this conversation before? Was I just one of the many residents of this house visiting Fang in the middle of the night?

"I just had a dream and… I, yeah, I will," Iggy sucked in a deep breath and nodded. "Thanks Fang."

"Anytime," Fang shrugged. Iggy stood, pushing himself up with one arm. His hand closed around the blankets and he froze again.

"Fang," he said wickedly," whose shirt is this?"