Page 55 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
“Here’s one of thechildren’s coats. It should keep you warm,” Braewyn says, handing me a heavy lined jacket.
My scowl could incinerate him on the spot. “This belongs to a kid?”
His eyes twinkle with mirth. “Aye, but dinnae feel bad. Gargoyle children are much bigger than most human children.” He eyes me up and down. “Or very wee men.”
Reaching out, I smack his arm.
His rock-solid arm that has me biting my lip and holding back a curse.
I shake my poor hand, which has clearly taken more damage than his arm. “Now I’m starting to realize why human stories about gargoyles always said they were made out of stone.”
Braewyn flexes his arm and leans over to kiss his bicep. “These babies are pure Scottish muscle.”
Elryk moves behind me, putting both hands on my shoulders as he growls a warning at his best friend.
Ha! Take that, Mr. Sassy Pants!
Reluctantly, I shrug on the jacket, more than a little embarrassed to find that it’s a bit too big for me.
“Well, that’s not ego-crushing at all,” I mutter to myself.
Braewyn snorts and I glare at him.
But my irritation fades away when Elryk turns me around and fastens some of the remaining buttons with care. “You’ve got to be nicely bundled up, mate. It’s chilly out and the wind will be much more brutal when we’re flying. I cannae have you getting too cold.” He flushes a bit and scratches his short beard self-consciously.
My heart does a joyful little tap dance.
Elryk’s got a supersweet and awkwardly romantic side that totally does it for me. I can’t wait to bring that out in him on a regular basis.
“You’d best use a harness to be extra safe,” Braewyn suggests.
I purse my lips. “A harness? What, like, for a horse?”
He brays with laughter. “Och, Noah, you’re too much fun. You’re going to fit in real well here. I guarantee it.”
Elryk frowns at his friend. “I think you’re right about a harness. Now that we know the Sluagh are coming, it would be best for me to have my hands free in case anything happens and I need to defend myself.”
“Are we expecting danger already?” I’m unable to hide the edge of fear in my voice.
“Probably not yet, but I dinnae want to take chances. I’ll need to bring a short sword along as well.”
And there goes my stupid libido at the mention of swords.
“I’m Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod,” I whisper dreamily.
Braewyn leers. “Did you hear that Henry Cavill is going to play him in a new remake ofHighlander?”
I have to consciously stop myself from drooling on the spot. “Shut the fuck up. You’re messing with me.”
He waggles his eyebrows, which on a gargoyle is… interesting. “Look it up on your phone.”
I pull mine out, side-eyeing him suspiciously, only to find with a quick Google search that he’s telling the truth.
I nearly swoon. “How did I not know about this?”
Braewyn looks smug as he does a spot-on Sean Connery as Ramirez voice. “The sensation you’re feeling is—”
At the same time we both say, “the Quickening!”
