"I didn’t say that."
"What?"
The walls seemed to close in until nothing else existed, nothing but him and the laser focused stare that saw right through me.
“You aren’t a dragon,” Frost said with certainty.
“H-how do you know? I thought you had trouble reading me.” I looked like a blank slate to him.
“Something was doomed to go wrong from the beginning,” he mused, nearly conversational. “They started with the assumption of revealing the hidden power within you."
"Yeah. They never succeeded."
"Of course not.” His eyes roamed over me significantly. “You’realreadyin your shifted form."
All the breath escaped from my lungs, but somehow I managed to speak. “I-I-I shifted into…into a person?"
"Of course,” Frost said. No. What? That wasn’t possible. Right? How—“That’s what we do. We shift to match those around us."
"I-I’m-we’reshapeshifters?”
“Form shifters,” he corrected. “Most people call us angels.”
"You said pure shapeshifting isn’t possible,” I reminded him. “You said that matter has rules."
"It does.” Frost met my eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. “We aren’t matter."
Those people who said clicheslike be careful what you wish for? I always assumed they were full of shit. But I never imagined all the answers I searched for included this. Angels.
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Silence is deafening.
I never understood that phrase until now. Until Frost dropped by to rearrange my whole world and now we sat together in the most deafening silence ever while I tried to process. It was hard to say how long Frost and I sat there in the designated supernatural room on my floor.
Eventually I found my voice. "An angel?"
"Yes," Frost replied promptly.
"I’man angel?"
"Yes."
"…No," I mumbled.
"Yes." So simple, so sure. Frost left no room for argument.
I didn’t even know what being an angel meant. It felt big, no… Immense. Massive. Confusing. Immensely massive and massively confusing. And we already had an answer about what I was supposed to be. Frostset us down the path to finding that answer. Now he was telling me something entirely different.
“Having an alternative theory to give others seemed like the best course of action while we aren’t sure of the circumstances that brought you here. I knew they’d piece together whatever you saw during hypnosis and reach the wrong conclusion.” He paused. “I didn’t read your mind.”
Leaning back on the hard chair, I struggled with what to do next. We’d sought privacy in the supernatural room because it was the closest place available to the elevators and now that choice seemed particularly appropriate. I nearly giggled. What a fitting place to find out about my identity.
On the surface nothing changed. Whatever I was remained hidden inside me. I still couldn’t remember anything. Apparently I wasn’t a dragon. I was an angel. Switching one word for another shouldn’t mean so much.Yet it felt like the whole world had flipped upside down.
"How do you know?" I asked.
