Ruby Kelly just saw one of the wild men with wings for the first time in her life. He'd been captured, tied up, and was now being held in the stables at the same Inn she was staying. She had to get a closer look. She crept downstairs toward the stable window. His chest was smooth and bare, and it glistened with sweat from his recent struggle. Butterflies erupted in her stomach when he looked her way. Did he see her? Now she had two options, free him and risk the wrath of the thugs who caught him, or pretend she never saw him at all. Neither would be easy.