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There’s a surge of heat in my heart that doesn’t seem to be mine, but it’s gone soon enough, almost as if it’s a mistake or something.

Is that... Gisett?

I will for him in my mind, but I can’t seem to feel a single word from him. Maybe he’s still upset with me, which... I know I’m in the wrong.

No, we’ve never agreed to be mates or be dating each other, so if he feels bad about that, it’s not my fault.

That’s what I chant to myself as I turn away from him, yet, the load in my guts remains. “Nothing, let’s get going before the lesson starts.”

I hurry to go down the road before Ryan can say another word. I don’t want to think about that anymore. I need time for myself and can’t be near the statue.

Chapter 22

Gisett

So... Laura runs away from me with that human. And that’s after I refused to talk to her.

I stare at her back, gritting my teeth as the fire simmers in me. I know what to do in this instance — keep being a statue. But knowing what to do and doing what I should do is different. One is far harder than the other.

If it were up to me, I’d jump and run over to her, keeping her for myself. But I can’t do that, even though my wings ache and hurt to do that.

She continues down the road, soon disappearing behind the gate that leads to the teaching buildings.

I’m such a failure...

I close my eyes and spread my wings a bit more. The sun is here anyway. I guess I may as well enjoy it. It could be... raining...

Maybe I don’t bring the best luck, the clouds are gathering, which isn’t a great sign...

When are we out of the rainy season?

The day is long when I have nothing to look forward to. Laura shouldn’t have that kind of power over me, but...

I miss her.

But she won’t miss me.

It is getting darker and darker as the sun sets, but there’s no sign of her, not even her scent.

There’s only one road leading to the dorm building unless she plans to walk through the woods and bushes.

She won’t do that, right? I’m not that important and she won’t bother to do all that just to avoid me. I’m just a statue.

I sigh. If I weren’t a gargoyle, she would give me a chance.

For once, I don’t want to be a gargoyle...

I shiver when her scent comes from a distance. Maybe she’s heading home. I can’t be there with her, and she won’t hug me, but watching her isn’t that bad.

It takes a while. Her legs are shorter than mine, so I guess it is going to take even longer before she arrives.

I miss her...

My throat gets tight when she shows up, but so does the fucking boy who follows her everywhere. I sneer at them.

Why?

What makes that fucking guy better than me? Just because he’s a human? Just because it is so important to be dating a human?

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