Boudi-Ca: A Jinn

I believed Lydi-ah's story. I sat for hours at the marble-topped vanity in my bedchamber in northern Haawiyah, angling my armchair to see my back in the gilt-framed mirror. The twin scars along my shoulder blades were pink and tender. The severing of my wings seemed recent from all appearances, but there was a terrifying emptiness where my memories needed to be.