Re: Jake and OTA
"My father, Damien Thorn," Lucien said, pointing to the man in question. "And you got here the same way most probably will, my aunt pulled you here."
He gave a shrug. "It's magic, it's best not to look too closely, it tends to blow up at you." He shifted, and his wings shook off their glamour, the white feathers arching over his head in a stretch, before fluttering slightly, returning to their normal positions.