Page 46 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
“You spoil me.”
“Evangeline, you deserve to be treated like a queen. Washing you in the shower and making you breakfast is the bare minimum.”
I take his offered hand, and he pulls me out of bed.
“I’m going to kill your ex for making you feel as if you’re not worth being loved and worshiped.”
The thing is, I believe he really would kill my ex, and I’m not even mad about it.
Chapter 12 – Xander
“I’m going, and you can’t stop me.”
Evangeline stands in the kitchen, dressed in scrubs, with her hands on her hips.
It’s been two weeks since she found out her mother’s a witch and something evil is out to kill her to end my reign. Evangeline took time off work—and I didn’t even have to beg her—stating personal reasons, and we’ve been taking time getting to know each other.
And having a lot of sex.
She’s yet to accept the bond. I don’t want to rush her. It’s a big decision, and her abusive marriage is the one thing keeping her from making it. Plus, it’s only been two weeks. For humans, it’s inconceivable to fall in love within that amount of time. They’re not as open when it comes toaccepting the magic and the unexplainably intense attraction that comes with the bond.
For me, I grew up dreaming about this moment. I’d been expecting it and hoping for it. I knew since the night we met that she would be my forever.
Ourneedfor each other grows stronger every day, and we can barely keep our hands off each other. But it’s also putting us both on edge. We fight almost as much as we fuck.
Like right now.
She wants to go back to work, but her shift begins and ends in sunlight. There will be at least an hour before and after when she is without my or Locheran’s protection.
“I’m going crazy, Xander. I need to get out of the penthouse,” she whines.
“Then I will take you anywhere you want to go. What about a date? A redo of the night we met. I’ll take you to my favorite Italian restaurant, and we’ll order everything on the menu. Then we’ll go on a walk along the Hudson River. I could fly us high into the sky, and we can star gaze until the sun begins to wake.”
Her anger subsides, and she walks to where I stand. I’ve just woken up to find Evangeline dressed in her scrubs. We had plans today to join Locheran to scour her mother’sjournal entries. We’ve spent the last couple weeks trying to decipher any clues from the stories.
She was right about it having every detail, but the journal is written in a way that makes no sense. They’re riddles, and I’ve alwayshatedriddles. Even Evangeline mentioned how they weren’t the same stories her mother shared, and they couldn’t provide us with any new information about the evil threatening my reign.
I’m agitated and worried. My tail must give me away because she grabs it as it flickers back and forth. She kisses the tip. Her favorite part, which gives her immense pleasure when we make love.
“I want the sun on my face,” she says and pouts. “Look at how pale I am. I need vitamin D.”
I hold back the joke on my tongue about giving her all the ‘D’ she could want because she’s upset with me. Frustrated, for sure. I understand. We’ve barely left one another’s side since the night we met. I’ve been hesitant to take her out of the penthouse and into public where danger lurks around every corner.
It hasn’t been an issue up until this point as we’ve been too preoccupied exploring each other’s bodies.
But she’s restless.
“I’ll be fine. I have the tattooed heathers. I have the hexafoil to protect me until you or Locheran or whoever you send in to watch over me arrives after the sun sets.”
We’ll have to pose as medical staff. Not ideal, but she threatened to leave me if I didn’t let her go back to work. She didn’t believe her own words. I know she doesn’t want to leave me. It’s not like she’s a prisoner here. She knows she can leave whenever she wants. I’m merely trying to convince her to never go back to work, to let me take care of her and spoil her until the end of time. She never has to worry about money ever again.
It was the wrong thing to offer because Evangeline is an independent woman. She’s no longer the wife whose ex-husband controlled every decision she made. He hated that she worked, and I don’t want to be that man.
“Kitten, you never have to ask my permission for anything. I just worry, and no matter what you decide or where you plan to go, I will have someone there watching over you. If I lose you...”
“You won’t.”
She smooths her palms over my chest, and I snatch them to place a kiss in the middle of each one. The hexafoil glows every time I do that. She rises on her tiptoes, and I lean in to claim her soft lips. She keeps the kiss short, and I whine when she pulls away.
