12.
Fang POV
I watched the dark shadow move slowly towards the window of my room. Lying on my stomach, on my bed, with my chin resting in my hands, I waited. The dark brown wings moved steadily slower, and Nudge's small frame balanced on the windowsill. She looked down at me, before hesitating a second. Then she hopped lightly off onto the ground.
"Hey." I said softly, listening to people walking outside the room.
She forced a smile, and sat down gingerly on the edge of my bed. I sat up slowly, wondering what I was in for. Iggy and Max were better at this then me.
"Does Max love me?" She asked, her voice soft, and gentle.
I looked at her, wondering why she was asking such a stupid question. Max would die painfully a million times over for any of us. She would chop her wings off and climb up Everest only dressed in a bikini if it meant saving us. Well maybe not the bikini…
"She loves you Nudge. She loves all of us."
"She loves you more."
"Does not Nudge. We're too young for that kind of a relationship."
"But I thought she was going too. She has so much more time and patience for you and Iggy, you should see the way she looks at you."
"Doesn't mean anything Nudge."
"But…"
"Nudge, you're her sister."
"She left me here while you were with her! She swore she'd look after me and she didn't!"
"Go ask her."
"Ask her what?"
"If she loves you?"
"What if she lies? I can't stand if she does I need someone to love me I can't survive otherwise."
"Nudge…"
"Ok, ok I'm going."
She got up, and moved quietly towards the window, before climbing back onto the windowsill, and launching herself off the edge. I watched her brown wings sweep away into the night and sighed. Even if she thought Max didn't love her, couldn't she see the way Iggy and me felt?
Iggy loves her, I love her, Max loves her, and she loves all three of us back. I wished she could see how equally difficult it was for us to leave her, and decided that we wouldn't be separated again. Ever.
