Page 32 of Never Been Gargoyled
The kitchen door creaked.
Silence.
Then, from inside the house, a squeal of pure delight made my wings flutter with happiness.
“Oh my gosh. Feydin?”
She knew that F meant me. My insides melted at the thought.
Her voice carried joy and surprise and what might even be called affection. Releasing my breath, I settled back against the chair with satisfaction.
Now I just had to figure out what to do for her next.
Chapter 13
Dazy
Istood in the kitchen, staring at the beautiful spread of pastries, my mouth already watering. A chocolate croissant, a fruit tart, and what looked like some kind of elaborate Danish twisted into a perfect spiral. Plus a whole bunch more I couldn’t wait to taste.
The note propped against the plate made my chest warm.
Thank you for lunch yesterday. Returning the favor with breakfast. -F
“Feydin,” I said to the empty kitchen, grinning. He'd thought to bring me breakfast. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something thoughtful for me. My dad was kind. He did things for me while I was growing up. But he was often busy and didn’t have much time for special treats like this.
I turned to wash my hands before diving into the pastries and nearly gasped. Water came rushing out ofthe faucet in a strong, steady stream instead of the pathetic trickle from yesterday.
He'd fixed it. I knew he’d done it—forme.
Feydin had noticed the weak water pressure and taken care of it for me without being asked.
“Feydin?” I called out, wondering if he was still around.
The front door opened and closed, and he appeared in the kitchen doorway, his hair windblown, and his cheeks darkened.
“You found breakfast.” He kept his voice carefully neutral, but I caught the hopeful note underneath.
“I found breakfastanda working faucet. Thank you. Both are wonderful.”
Relief flickered across his features. “You're welcome.”
“Have you eaten?” I gestured to the pastries. “There are too many here for me.”
“Not yet. I wanted to make sure you had choices.”
My heart flopped onto the floor by my feet. “That's really sweet of you.”
His wings shifted against his back. “Sweet?”
“Thoughtful. Kind.” I picked up a cinnamon bun and took a bite, closing my eyes as the sweet flavors burst across my tongue. “Oh wow. This is amazing.”
When I opened my eyes, Feydin was watching me with that intense stare again, the one that made me feel like I was the most fascinating thing in the world.
“You really like it?” he asked.
“I love it. Here, try some.” I broke off a piece and held it out to him.
He leaned forward and took it from my fingers, his lips brushing my skin for just a second. The contact sent sparks shooting up my arm.
