What changed?
It doesn’t matter. I need to stay away.
I can’t ruin this.
I can’t ruin her.
Chapter 3 – Farrah
Ikissed a gargoyle.
And I liked it.
Loved it.
Ten out of ten. Would do it again.
But I can’t because the asshole disappeared.
Okay, to be fair, I was pretty drunk. And horny. I tried to… ride him. I’m still trying to figure out how his human form works. Is it purely a masking situation, or does he shift back and forth? I saw his fangs and horns, but when I buried my hands in his hair, I couldn’tfeelthem. When I kissed him, the fangs weren’t there.
He was such a gentleman. A gentlegoyle? Gentlegarg?
He may have kissed me back, but he was the one to break it off. When I embarrassedly passed out, he put me to bed.And when I woke back up to change, he turned around while I undressed.
I swear he had a bulge in his pants, which I still can’t believe. I assumed he hated me. And he wasn’t like other men I’ve been with when intoxicated. He didn’t insist on sleeping together.
No, instead, he tucked me in. Then he left a note—that I’ve read a million times already—telling me to take the aspirin he left, drink all the water, and to call him if I needed anything.
I haven’t saved his number. If I put it in my phone, I’ll text him. Or call him. And I really need to think about what I’m doing here.
He’s agargoyle.
He won’t age. I’ll get old and wrinkly.
And most importantly: My family literally wants to kill him.
But at the same time… we could have a little fun. It’s not like he’s my soulmate or anything. Except I know myself, and I won’t ever want to let him go.
I left to head home the moment the sun began rising. Leaving had nothing to do with my fear of running into Locheran. I have a ton of unpacking to do since I just moved to Manhattan. Plus, my cat, Potato, is on a strictseven a.m. feeding schedule. Strict, as in, he will plot my demise if I’m a minute late.
Okay, fine. I left because I couldn’t bear to see Locheran after the way I behaved.
I can’t tell Evangeline. I’m too embarrassed. I did text her, though, to let her know I was heading to my new place and to enjoy her stay-at-home honeymoon.
When I asked why they weren’t traveling for their honeymoon, Evangeline got weird and stumbled over her words saying Xander had a lot of work to do at his office job in the Financial District. My bestie went into more details about Xander’s ‘office job’, but I didn’t care to remember since I knew the truth. So I didn’t bat an eye when she came up with a lie about not going on a tropical honeymoon.
I also assume Xander doesn’t want to leave because of my family. I have no doubt they’re planning another attack. If I only knewwhatthey’re up to, I could find a way to stop it. Or warn Evangeline and Xander, even if that meant revealing my secret.
Would they hate me?
Would Locheran?
Evangeline introduced him as Xander’s best friend, but I assume he’s someone important to the king. His advisor? A soldier?
Another reason I’m hesitant about revealing my secret: Would the gargoyles kill my father and brothers? If I warn them, if I tell them where to find my family, could I convince them to spare their lives? To imprison them indefinitely?
It’s a big ask, especially since the O’Hern family has murdered too many supernaturals over the years. I shouldn’t care if they’re not allowed to live. To be honest, I’m mostly worried about my brother, Ethan. He’s five years younger than me and lately, when we speak on the phone, something’s been off. He’s not the same little boy who was eager to kill scary monsters like his dad and older brother.
