"These aren't the kind of blockades you can just fancily maneuver out of. Not that cops are the brightest, cleverest bunch," her breath caught on the last vowel. "But outrunning their souped up police cars? Kind of a feat. And nothing, I'd bet, like sailing."

That feather-tugging eventually culminated in a small upper-body shiver. She set her nails against his skin on instinct as the delightfully conflicting sensation left her wings and radiated.