Page 59 of Let Go My Gargoyle
“He should talk. He won’t admit to himself that he’s in love with Pacey,” Delilah said.
Argyle’s jaw dropped so low it was practically dragging on the ground.
“You’re in love with…Pacey?” Oliver said, drawing out the sentence.
“I…”
“He hasn’t done anything about it,” Delilah supplied. “You haven’t even slept with her, have you?”
Argyle shook his head.
“Is that why you hooked up with her sister and got her pregnant? Were you imagining it was Pacey?”
Oliver lifted his hand, palm facing out. “Pardon me, but did you just say Argyle impregnated a woman?”
“Oops,” Delilah said, covering her mouth with her hand.
Oliver’s gaze landed on Argyle, then slid to Becca. She offered up a fake innocent smile and gave him a finger wave.
Oliver closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples. “Argyle, explain.”
Griffin stepped forward. “This is my fault, sir.”
Oliver lowered his fingers so that he could glance over them at Griffin. “It’s your fault that Argyle is in love with a woman named Pacey and apparently got her sister pregnant?”
Griffin shook his head. “You would never have learned about Argyle if I hadn’t fallen in love with Sofia and wanted to tell you because I don’t want to keep walking out on her. I want to stay with her. I want to mate with her. Her dragon thinks we’re fated, which I personally think is really cool. And, honestly, I want to give her a couple more kids. As many as she wants.”
Sofia could feel her own eyes growing wider and wider, but then she had to blink them rapidly against the tears filling them.
“I don’t even know what to say,” Oliver mused.
Delilah piped up. “You could say that you’ll relax your rules and let these two gargoyles stay in your brethren. I’m not remotely an expert on good people, but even I can tell that they both are the sort you’d want on your team.”
“Indeed they are,” Oliver said.
“I think we can still do our duty while having relationships outside the brethren,” Griffin said. “I’d at least like you to give us the opportunity to try.”
“Do you now?” Oliver asked, his brow arched again.
Griffin cleared his throat and nodded.
“So you’re going to let them stay on?” Delilah asked into the ensuing silence.
“I think it best if Argyle and Griffin and I have this conversation privately. Gentlemen?” Without waiting for confirmation, Oliver strode across the porch and down the steps to the driveway, disappearing around the house.
Argyle’s gaze swept over the group and then he turned and followed. Griffin paused. Sofia placed Penelope on her own two feet and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I love you.” She kissed him and then released him. He pressed his fingers to his lips and didn’t move until she prodded him, nodding at the corner of the house where Argyle and Oliver had both disappeared.
After he left, Delilah asked, “Does your dragon really believe he’s your fated mate?”
Sofia sighed. “Yes.”
“Well, that’s sad.” Delilah flounced into the house.
Sofia looked around at the remaining dragons and Becca. “Where’s Trennon?” She wondered if she’d ever call him Dad. Would he want her to? Was it weird to have these thoughts as an adult?
Ketu said, “He went with Antoinette to lock up Darius. There is a special prison warded by witches and guarded by dragons. It’s south of town, in the swamps. They probably won’t be back for a few hours.”
