Page 33 of Forsaken Dream
“We will leave you to explore the Archangel later, my mate.” The gargoyle chuckled at my whimper. “If I’m not mistaken, you wanted to see the human, no?”
The mention of Josh was like a bucket of cold water dumped over my hormonal haze. I didn’t like the jerk. I honestly didn’t. But the shadow I thought was clinging to him ate at me, and I wouldn’t rest in peace until I confirmed that it was just a product of my oxygen-deprived brain. The sooner I did that, the faster I’d be able to sleep. And ravish the angel now blushing like a virgin on her wedding night.
Oh, I had every intention to see what else made the angel’s cheekbones turn rosy.
That reddened flesh looked innocent, but there was nothing innocent in his smoldering gaze. My core clenched, and three sets of nostrils flared, groans filling the air.
“Let’s go see the scum so we can get back home.” Vaser was already moving out of the door, beckoning us with his hand.
“Is it far? Do I need the keys for the truck?” Darting after him before I changed my mind, I felt Angelo and Tyler right behind me.
“We will need your vehicle.” The gargoyle snatched the keys hanging on the bent nail in the wall by the front door over my head, dangling them between his fingers.
“You did heal me the night I showed up at your door.” Angelo spoke with reverence when we stepped off the porch. “You saved my life with your power.”
“It was the right thing to do.” Pausing next to my poor pick-up, I looked at it, then at the three males. “I don’t think we will all fit.”
Tyler jumped in the back of the truck, the tires squeaking from the weight. With one more long look, Angelo joined him, and Vaser climbed into the passenger’s seat at the same time. The bottom of the old thing lowered almost to the ground, and I winced before taking the driver’s seat.
“Buckle up.” The engine sputtered a couple of times before the hum of the motor vibrated under my butt. “Let’s hope the old lady doesn’t fall apart on us, leaving us stranded neither here nor there. Which way am I headed?”
“To the old mill.” Vaser pointed where he needed me to turn and I prayed poor Josh was still alive.
