Starling: Chapter Twenty-Five
Roy stood up cautiously.
Alex Red’s body took up the entire doorframe. They still wore their outside garment, a long red cloak as bright a scarlet as their plumage. They stood as still as the ancient treehouse around them, crest partially raised.
“I knew he’d hide you here,” they said. Their voice sounded like great, unoiled hinges.
Roy should have shied back. He should have called for Elliott. Should have at least tried to appease the angry giant standing between him and the exit.