Page 15 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
Locheran isn’t as sexy as Xander, though.
Ugh. Xander. I’m so confused right now.
The moment Locheran is done with his phone call, I plant my hands on my hips. “Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?”
He smiles briefly before his face drops back to serious. He waves his hand down the hallway to indicate we walk and talk. His palm finds my lower back, as if he’s expecting me to run off and try to escape.
Not that I feel like a prisoner. What’s crazy is I don’t want to leave, even after what just happened.
“Xander sensed a threat.”
“A threat? Does that happen a lot?”
“Not often, but he is a king, so itdoeshappen.”
“Xander is a king?” I ask, my voice an octave higher.
“Shit. He didn’t tell you?”
“Um, no. He didn’t. We literally just met.”
Locheran stops in front of a door at the end of the tan and brown hallway. It’s very drab and nondescript for a luxury apartment building.
“What are you, his guard or something?”
He smiles again and the skin crinkles around his violet eyes.
“I’m the commander of his army.”
“Xander has an army?”
Locheran laughs this time. Glad he thinks I’m funny. “I’ll let him explain everything.”
He nods his chin at the door. “This is my apartment. It’s warded. You’ll be safe here.”
“Is Xander’s apartment not warded?”
He pauses before answering, carefully crafting his response. “It is, which means whatever got inside is more powerful than our shields.”
“Shouldn’t you be helping him?”
“I am merely following orders, and that involves protecting you.”
“Seems like a waste of resources if you ask me.”
He nudges me, and we walk inside. The doors automatically lock behind us.
What the hell? I’ve never seen technology like that before. It must be a rich person luxury.
Or something supernatural.
“You’re sure these locks will hold? You say the place is warded but if the king’s shields weren’t strong enough, then how do you know yours are? And what do you mean by warded?”
“You sure ask a lot of questions, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Start answering, Commander.”
The nickname makes him smile again. He shakes his head as he walks into the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?”
