Page 55 of Let Go My Gargoyle
He shook his head. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m trying to tell you—”
Something hit him in the face, and he shifted his focus to fending off the warlock who attacked him. The guy was suddenly jerked away from him; a woman with bronze skin and a long, blonde braid placed her hands on the guy’s head and twisted until acrackrent the air.
The woman dropped the dead warlock and brushed her hands together before smiling at Griffin. “Hi there.”
He stared back until Sofia joined him. “Daughter of Light,” he finally said.
Her grin widened. “I’m Becca. Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Griffin said, but his attention was caught by movement behind her.
She lifted one finger. “Hold that thought.” She whipped around and made quick work of destroying the warlock who had attempted to sneak up on her.
“Damn,” Sofia said, her voice breathy.
Becca flipped her braid over her shoulder. “So, who are you two?”
“I’m Griffin.”
“From Oliver’s brethren.”
He nodded. “Yes. And this is Sofia.”
“A dragon. Part of the Rojo colony?”
Sofia shook her head.
Becca’s eyes widened. “O-o-oh. You’re the one raising a Daughter of Light.”
Sofia nodded.
“Nice to meet you. Where is she?”
Sofia pointed up. Becca followed the line of her finger. Griffin glanced up too. Penelope was still perched on the top shelf of the steel storage unit, her arms wrapped around one of the metal poles.
“Hi,” Becca said, waving. “Do you need help getting down?”
Penelope nodded.
“What about the warlocks?” Sofia asked.
Becca stabbed her thumb over her shoulder. “That was the last one. They’re all dead now. Hang on, I’m coming up.”
There was a popping noise, similar to when the warlocks appeared, and then Becca was gone. Griffin jerked his head up and spotted her sitting next to Penelope. They had a quick conversation, then Penelope wrapped her arms around Becca’s neck and they both disappeared, reappearing in front of Griffin and Sofia.
“Penelope!” Sofia cried and grabbed her daughter, pulling her into a hug until Penelope protested that she couldn’t breathe.
“Come on,” Becca said, and they followed her down the row to the open area of the storage room, where several more warlocks lay dead on the ground. Although a few of them sported cuts and bruises and were grimacing as if in pain, none of the group that had accompanied them had suffered the same fate, thank the gods.
Darius sat at Antoinette’s feet, his hands secured behind his back. He appeared to have taken the most abuse of the crowd, other than the warlocks, of course. Griffin suspected Maria may have done most of the damage.
Besides Antoinette, Ketu, Delilah, Trennon, and Maria, another dragon and another gargoyle had joined the crowd. The gargoyle was huge, with a bald head, ebony skin, and more muscles than anyone Griffin had ever experienced. The dragon had shaggy brown hair and a worried look directed at Becca.
As soon as she stepped into view, he rushed toward her, pulling her into his arms and then pushing her away so that he could press his hand to her belly. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”
She pushed his hand away. “Thanks a lot, Rahu. I was going to wait until later to tell everyone.”
“You’re pregnant?” Antoinette asked, and when Becca nodded, she squealed and clapped her hands. “How exciting! Congratulations.”
