As if the sparkly pink fairy-princess wings from the mutation weren’t bad enough, add a fluke registration with the guy my wings flirt with, a street gang stalking me, and the fact that my wings either heal people or freaking mutate them, and things just got complicated...
Genre: something between dystopian romance and paranormal urban fantasy

They locked us under a caged sky and mutated us.
Now, in order to save the guy I love, a guy with wings of ice and a heart of gold, I have to tell my story. Just spit out some words. Wax eloquent about how it felt learning to live with wings, about how I fell in love in a caged city, about the streets of illusion I walked where every freedom was controlled and every person harbored a secret...