Hee! I have no right to wail. I write the exactly same way. Cliffhangers-R-Us.

It's kinda cool; this vaguely reminds me of a book I read as a kid called "Black and Blue Magic", where the occasional sprouting of wings, through all the suffering and crash landings and whatnot, eventually becomes a source of emotional and physical growth for the young protagonist. So maybe I have a sort-of melancholy desire to see more!

That, and Jared with wings is nine kinds of hot. Yeah.