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Rephaim grumbled to himself as he trudged aling the smelly ditch. His ankle was twisited very badly, and it felt like his broken wing was screaming at him. Just the thought of never flying again was enough to make Rephaim stand onto the busy motorway. But then he thought of Stevie Rae. He knew from experience that if he was in pain, she would be too. So he would not kill himself so he would not cause her pain.
The bandage she had wrapped tightl around his broken wing was becoming loose, so his wing was flapping around uncontrollably.
Rephaim cursed the Red One under his breath. His father had said that she could not be trusted. If it wasn't for the Imprint, Rephaim would find it hard to believe she was sending him to a safe place. But they were Imprinted, and he knew Stevie Rae would not expose him.
What would his father say about the Imprint? Would he use it to get to the Red One, or would he just punish Rephaim for giving her blood when he should have let her die? Rephaim shuddered as he thought of what punishments had been received by his brothers before.
He screamed in agony as he accidently walked on his bad ankle. A car slowed down so the driver could look at him. Not wanting to attract any attention, Rephaim kept his head down and limped on, despite the terrible pain it caused him and, perhaps, Stevie Rae.
