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I clear my throat. “I think I have to leave.”

“Huh? What did she say?”

I put my phone back into my pocket. “Well, she asked whether gargoyles hide under a bed.”

“Why would we do that? it’s silly.”

“I think it’s a human thing. but...”

“Anyway, sounds like she’s looking for you.”

“Yeah... I don’t know whether that’s a good sign.”

“Maybe she finally found out that she needs a reliable gargoyle in her life and there’s no one better than you.” Mckur is always the one who makes everyone feel good. Sometimes, he does it so intensely that I wonder whether he meant to mock me, but the fire in his eyes suggests otherwise. For him, every gargoyle’s the best.

He smacks my back, almost shoving me off the tree. “Let’s go, champ!”

I wonder how he can keep up such energy all the time. “You’re heading home.”

“Is that a question? Do I have to?”

I sneer at him. “Yes, go home.”

He chuckles and sends a shiver down my spine. “Okay, okay. Bring me the good news.”

“What?”

He winks as he takes off. “You know what I mean.”

I stare at him as he heads home. Maybe he’s still messing with me. I surely hope he’s right and there’s good news waiting, but I don’t want to set my expectations too high.

Chapter 25

Laura

I sit at my desk, trying my best to focus on something that’s not my phone.

Maybe it’s a bad idea to message Gisett, even though he helped me. I think he still cares about me, right?

But maybe it is a bit too much for me to be the one wanting to get us back together when I’m also the one who pushed him away.

We are never together though. We may have thought about that, but that didn’t happen after all. So maybe I’m not that wrong?

I thought he was here, but apparently, he isn’t. I guess gargoyles don’t hide under the bed after all and saying that to him is dumb.

What if he thinks that I’m mocking him or something? I’m not trying to do that. I just want to know how he’s doing and... if he wants to, whether we can start fresh instead of how it is.

I stand and move to the window. Has he read my message? Did he choose not to respond?

I run my finger along the windowsill as I stare out of the window. The sky is clear and there’s no sign of a gargoyle flying. Maybe he isn’t coming after all, not even replying to my message.

It’s my fault for pushing him away.

Normal is not for me, after all, sadly.

I let out a breath and get back to my desk. Maybe I should study for the exam that’s coming in a few days. I don’t have to keep thinking about someone else.

But...

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