Page 32 of The Gargoyle in the College

He winks. “I know it has been a long time, but before someone else takes your place, the name will follow you.”

I huff. “So, when another strong gargoyle comes along, you’d forget about me.”

He blinks. “Don’t be silly. No one will ever forget about you.”

I take another sip of my drink. “Is everyone here already?”

He nods. “I think so. I counted as I served everyone.”

“Good to know.”

“How’s life?”

“Well, it’s the same old. Nothing’s better than something.”

“For sure. But you get to be at the college, man, that has to be amazing.”

I smile. I didn’t fight hard for that, but I got to stay at the college, which is a bonus. “Yeah, that’s pretty cool.”

He leans closer to me, so I lean back, but he frowns at me.

I clear my throat. “What’s wrong?”

He leans closer again. I resist the urge not to move. He sniffs at me. I swallow, not knowing what’s wrong. I don’t remember pigeons messing with me. Pigeons can feel vibrations and noises that humans can’t, so I know to hum that frequency to get them off me. There’s no way I smell bad either.

He rubs his chin with something in his eyes. “So... It looks like you’ve been having fun.”

“I don’t get it.” My heart skipped a beat when he said that. Is that a reference to Laura? But there’s no way Mckur can know about that. He lives in the dungeon like quite a lot of other gargoyles, so...

He smirks. “I may not be that young, but my nose is still pristine.” He pinches the air with two fingers. Maybe that means something, not for me. He must have been watching human movies or something.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He glances to the side, apparently making sure no one’s too close to us that they may hear us. “Look, I bet you’ve found yourself a fancy mate somewhere.”

A surge of heat rushes to my cheeks. I can only hope my skin color is dark enough that Mckur won’t find out. “No.”

He examines me, not remotely convinced. “Well, or like what the humans say, getting laid.”

“Stop that silliness.”

“But I smell that from you. A cute female.”

“Shut up.” I hiss at him, but he isn’t intimidated at all. He knows I’m not going to hurt him, so my glare isn’t working well.

He muses, isn’t leaving me alone at all. “There’s no shame in finding yourself a mate.”

Except Laura and I aren’t mates. I don’t even know whether she feels something for me past lust. I want her. I want to gather her in my arms and share my time with her, not just about sex and how good her tight pussy pleases me.

Mckur continues, “You’re the gargoyle who can get whoever you want.”

I shake my head. “Stop that.”

He moves back to his spot, seemingly finally giving up. Or knowing him... seemingly he thinks that he has confirmed his suspicion. “You should enjoy yourself, you deserve it.”

I roll my eyes. “All I’ve done that’s deemed different from other gargoyles is that I had a tiny bit more achievement in the battle that’s long over.”

“You still get to wear that as a badge of honor forever. Just tell that female you want her.” He winks. “I believe in you.”

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