After what could have been hours or minutes, Adri woke up. It was a slow awakening, consciousness creeping over him like a bad hangover. His eyes, like chips of ice, fluttered open. The first thing he noticed was the warm embrace, cradled in Zee's arms. The second was the black wings.<br/><br/>Adriel was surprised. Surprised Zee had hung around, surprised he himself wasn't dead. He should have been. Sky--no,<i>Tristan</i>had gotten him deep, the wound jagged and huge.<br/><br/>"Ezekiel?" He questioned cautiously.