Hearing this, Evangeline's fox-like eyes lifted slightly. Her red lips curved into a lazy smile as she nodded readily. "It's true."
Drake didn't pull away from her hand. His golden-red eyes remained stubbornly fixed on her, like a docile bird of prey.
He looked up and asked, "Why?"
Evangeline's hand gently caressed his face, brushing over his unhealed scars. Her bewitching features softened as she whispered, "If I told you the person who did that wasn't me, would you believe me?"
'At this point, she no longer wanted to bear the burden of the original owner's misdeeds.'
'The original owner had broken Drake's Feather Wings and used the feathers to make a golden-red feather blanket. At first, she'd adored it, but unfortunately, she tired of new things all too quickly. After the Cold Season, she had someone from the tribe take it to the trade meet to exchange for supplies.'
'Trying to find it now would be nearly impossible.'
