A man appears behind me, grabbing me by my wings and pulling me back. He makes me let go of Mariah and I cough, him holding me to the wall by the neck, "Give her."
I shake my head and he hesitates, "Now."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly. — Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead