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No? But... “I think I’m tired.”

“I can bathe you and put you to the bed.”

I shake my head. “I want some time for myself. No others, not even gargoyles.”

He squeezes out a smile. “Okay. You know how to find me.”

I nod. The throbbing headache is creeping up and it hurts more than I want to bear. He puts me to the side, on the couch. “Laura, do I put you on the bed instead? And give you another water?”

Maybe I should tell him to just leave, but I let him.

The bed is a lot more comfortable than the couch and having my water bottle filled up by my side is great.

He stands at the side of the bed, still watching me.

I pull the blanket and wrap it around me. It hurts to even make out words, so I roll to the other side, hoping he’d know to leave.

But...

“Laura, the party is fine, right? Did anyone hurt you?”

“No.”

“Okay, I’m leaving.”

Even though he is a huge guy, his steps are quiet. There’s only light vibration that spreads from his feet on the floor to the bed.

He’s gone.

I close my eyes, willing the headache to be gone. I just want to fit in with everyone. But when Gisett wanders around me, it feels like...

Fuck...

What if he doesn’t exist and I’ve been imagining things?

I really should sleep before I keep coming up with even more bizarre ideas.

Chapter 17

Gisett

I don’t understand.

The wind blows at me and lightning threatens to bring along rain. I remain in my spot, staring at the road that’s still empty. It is still early in the morning. No one’s walking around.

For once, I hate this.

If I don’t have to be here, I can be in the dungeon and cry.

But I’m a strong gargoyle, I don’t cry over that silliness.

Is Laura the silliness?

It feels wrong to say that. But I can’t figure it out anymore. I know we aren’t dating or anything, but saying that I just invited myself over is mean. If she didn’t want me there, she could have just told me, and I’d leave. She knows that, right?

I just want to make sure she’s fine, but maybe she thinks that I’m too possessive of her.

Am I?

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