Page 37 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
Me
You know I don’t drink anymore.
Locheran
You might want to after what we have to tell you.
Well...shit.
I call Thorne to take over command, then fly home.
When I get inside my penthouse, I shower and change into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, then pour myself a glass of whiskey. The golden liquid burns as it goes down, and I refill the glass because my nerves are a wreck while waiting for them to return.
I lose track of time, and when the two walk through the door, I’m ten glasses deep.
Ten glasses. It used to take half that to get me wasted when I was younger.
“Kitten,” I belt out, making her jump. I walk to her, arms open.
“Are you drunk?” Locheran asks, amused.
“Perhaps,” I say and bring Evangeline in for a kiss. I cocoon her within my wings for privacy.
She melts into the kiss, her hands smoothing up my chest and to my neck where her fingers take hold of my hair.
I grab her ass and lift her, her short, thick legs swinging around my body.
“Do I need to leave?” Locheran asks, and I break the kiss to answer ‘yes’ the same time Evangeline answers ‘no.’
My kitten sighs and places her head on my chest.
“We need to talk about the visit with my mother,” she says and squirms in my arms. I begrudgingly release her from the cocoon and set her down.
Evangeline searches my cabinets until she finds a glass and fills it with ice water. She holds it out for me to take.
“As fun as you seem while drunk, we need you sober for this. Drink up.”
I down the water, then refill the glass. My tolerance for booze isn’t what it used to be, so the water works throughmy blood quickly, and the bliss of being drunk fades nearly immediately.
“Okay, talk,” I say once we sit around the kitchen island.
“Her mother knew I wasn’t human,” Locheran begins. “She couldn’t see my true form, but she knew I was a gargoyle.”
“A seer possibly?”
“She did say her visions were coming true,” Evangeline adds. “The stories she told me were premonitions about my future. She also gave me this.”
She pulls a journal out of her purse.
“Everything she told me as a child but with all the details she left out.”
She sets it on the counter and stares at it as if it’s a snake about to attack.
“I haven’t opened it yet. I couldn’t. I wanted to wait and read it with you.” She chews on her bottom lip. “She told me you’re my mate.”
“Oh?” I ask, my voice an octave higher.
“Does that mean fated mate? Like...a soulmate? Wait.”
