Page 17 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
“Is Xander sick?”
The commander is clearly uncomfortable. I want to keep pressing him, but I don’t know this man. He’s a supernatural being. What if I make him angry and he...attacks me?
Except, I don’t sense malice from him, just like I didn’t fear Xander harming me. I wish I could explain that. I finish the rest of my drink and jump out of my seat for another.
This vodka is starting to make me feelrealgood. Aside from the two frozen waffles for breakfast, I haven’t had anything else to eat tonight. I kinda expected to be eating at a fancy restaurant right now with Xander, soI’m drinking on an empty stomach. Plus, Irarelydrink, at least not the hard stuff. I’ll have a glass of wine here and there.
Maybe I shouldn’t have poured this third glass.
“Xander is on his way back now.”
“What do you mean? How do you know? Did he text you? Or is it some gargoyle magic thing? Also, how do I address him? King Xander? Your Majesty? His Highness?”
I hiccup and giggle.
Shit. I might be tipsy.
Before Locheran can explain, Xander walks through the apartment door and rushes over to me.
“Are you okay?”
He cups my face in his hands and brushes a piece of hair out of my face. I swat his hand away, and he frowns.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I say and take another swig of my vodka.
Xander stands up straight. “Are you drunk?”
I wave my finger at him. “No, sir. Just tipsy.”
He glances at Locheran, who shrugs. “She’s an adult. She can do whatever she wants.”
“Leave him out of this. Tell me what’s going on, Your Majesty.”
Xander regards Locheran again, who shrugs for a second time.
“It slipped out.”
Xander holds out his hand for me to take. “I’ll explain everything.”
I eye the hand, then gasp and grab it. “You have four fingers?”
I turn it over as if I’ll find the fifth finger hiding somewhere. How did I not notice this sooner? I suppose I don’t count fingers on a human when first meeting them.
“We have four toes too,” Locheran chuckles. I notice the scowl Xander gives him. “Well, four toes and a back claw.”
“Shut up! No way!” I lean over, trying to get a view at either gargoyle’s feet and nearly fall out of my chair.
“Evangeline,” Xander barks, righting me in my chair and reeling me in from my amazement. His commanding voice speaks directly to my lust because all I want to do is behave.
“Please, come up to my penthouse. It’s safe now, I promise.”
“What was the threat? I want to know before going up there.” I try to take another drink of vodka, but Xander grabs the glass from me and hands it to Locheran.
I cross my arms and pout.
“Kitten,” Xander says, his voice soft.
“Kitten?” Locheran snorts. The king must give him a warning look because the commander straightens and clears his throat.
