Ava took a shaky breath. "It'll be alright…" she tried to reassure him, but it was an empty promise. "Hah," she scoffed to herself quietly. She knew what she had to do. Pulling herself up to her full height and discarding her coat and sweater, she revealed a pair of jet black wings. "Stay here," she muttered. She may not like what she was about to do, but she felt like she had to do it. She barged out of the closet, expanding her wings as far as they could. The tips brushed against the walls, giving Ava a tingly feeling. "I believe you'd be looking for me, monsieur," she said in her boldest voice.
"Ava," the agent breathed. "Is there anyone else with you?" he took his partner's gun and aimed it at Ava. Her family wouldn't care if she came in injured, right? After all, he knew what they wanted with her, he'd practically forced them to tell him.
"No," she lied through her teeth. "Now get out of here. I'll go with you, willingly, but you have to leave Kye alone."
"Kye, huh? We can't promise that, but we'll leave him," the agent emphasized the last word. "Alone for now."
Ava strode towards the agent. Though she looked like she knew what she was doing, her brain was a flurry of "What do you think you're doing????"