Hildegard Schlievogt
The Winged Veteran of Love and Loss
Vengeance flies faster than love ever did.
Second-in-command, first to hold a grudge. My Para-Mail cuts through the clouds like a blade, and I cut through lies even faster. I loved one woman too much and hate another just the same. Some call it obsession. I call it justice. I still sleep in Zola’s room. I still let others warm my bed, but none of them matter. None of them were her.
What I'm Into: Zola’s laugh, Para-Mail engines at full throttle, the edge of a blade, Rosalie’s warmth, DRAGON fire
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