“Locheran!” Evangeline yells my way, stopping me from escaping. “Can you walk Farrah to a guest apartment?”
I narrow my eyes at her. She’s up to something.
And I’m terrified.
She made it clear before I even met her best friend that I had better keep my dick in my pants. She said, and I quote, “Farrah means the world to me, and she’s off limits to fuck boy gargoyles. Only serious, relationship seeking supes allowed.”
Pfft. Whatever. It’s not like I plan,or want, to be single forever. I just haven’t met my mate yet.
Xander met Evangeline on a dating app. One I’d never heard of because I’ve had them all. I searched and searched and hoped that app would magically appear on my phone like it did Xander’s and match me with my mate.
But it’s been a year and it’s as if the app never existed.
It’s fine. Maybe I’m not destined to have a mate. Many gargoyles never find one.
I had hoped Farrah was destined to be mine, but I’m convinced she hates me. When I first met her last year while celebrating Evangeline’s 41stbirthday, she wouldn’t stop sneering at me.
I know this because I couldn’t take my eyes off her all night. She looked amazing in her flowing skirt and shiny crop top. Not only did she captivate me, but every douche canoe in the club kept staring. The way they leered at her, licking their lips, adjusting their hard-ons, and smirking like she was a prize to be won. The moment one of those men would make a move, planning to approach her, I’d step in and shake my head.
I was prepared to cut off the hand of anyone who tried to touch her.
Like tonight.
I wanted to grab the bartender by the throat and rip his wings off his back for flirting with her. He’s one of Xander’s soldiers—young and cocky—worse than me. There’s no way I was going to let him get near Farrah.
Maybe he didn’t know she’s Evangeline’s friend. I’ll make sure all the gargoyles are aware that she’s off-limits.
Because if she’s going to be underneath anyone, it will beme.
I would love nothing more than to have Farrah screaming my name while I bury my cock deep inside her.
These feelings, while unusual for me, aren’t consuming me like a mating connection is said to do. And the only reason I’ve refrained from acting on my attraction to this woman is because Evangeline will literally kill me when I inevitably break Farrah's heart.
When I don’t make a move toward the women, Evangeline adds low enough that only I can hear, “I am your queen, you know. Don’t you have to follow my orders?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
Farrah’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of red as I approach, and she quickly looks away. She’s struggled to look at me since the moment we met. I assumed it was just shyness, but a woman who commands all eyes on her on a dance floor like she did tonight has not an ounce of shyness in her.
It’s me.
She doesn’t like me.
It’s for the best, I suppose.
“My lady,” I say and hold out my arm.
My little mouse—not my mouse!—Farrah lets out a shaky breath and gently wraps her tiny hand around my forearm. Her skin is cold, yet it lights a fire that burns throughout my entire body.
She stumbles, possibly feeling this electrifying moment too, which causesmeto stumble as we enter Xander’s penthouse and walk down the hallway to the elevator.
I lead her inside and hit the button for the 57thfloor and the moment the doors close, she lets go of my arm.
I frown, saddened by the loss of her touch, until she appears in front of me.
“Kiss me,” she says.
She jumps—literallyjumps—into my arms.
