Calhoun looked at Madeline who had glowed for a moment when her wings had spread out. It wasn't an apparent glow, but he had picked up the subtle change. For someone like him who adored Madeline and had always kept her close, watching over her, a change like this wasn't hard to notice.
"Does it mean I cannot live here anymore?" asked Madeline.
"Why not?" Calhoun questioned back, "You are a dark angel, one where blood is written. I don't think Heaven ever told a dark angel to join them as the angels. At the same time, you aren't a fallen angel. If you ask me, I would say you get to choose what you do. A free soul that doesn't have to follow the rules."
"Like you…" whispered Madeline, and Calhoun offered her a smile.
"I guess you could tell that."
