Page 18 of Fated to the Gargoyle
Shesighed. “Idon’t know.”Slantingher head, she added, “Ithink so.Imean, you were able to do something to forceCalixaway, andIwas able to deflect his magic back to him usingAdelaide’smirror.”Sheshrugged. “Thatability is beyond anythingIever thought possible.”
Imade a humming sound in acknowledgment. “Andhe was responsible for the fires?”
Montrealhad a number of suspicious fires recently, andAnyahad told me thatCalixwas responsible—at least for some of them.He’dused fire as a diversion.He’dused it as a means of attack.
“Yes, he’d admitted to some.”
“Whata monster,”Imuttered. “I’mglad he’s dead!”
Hecouldn’t hurt us any longer.Someonefar better had taken up a greater portion of my mind today, andI’drather talk about him.
“Anya,Ineed to tell you something.”
“Goahead,” she encouraged.
“Lastnight…Well…”
Shetipped her head forward. “Iseverything okay?” she asked with concern.
“Yes, of course,”Idismissed with a wave.Withmy stalling, she must have thoughtIwas about to confess something bad. “It’sDumont.”
“Oh.”Herbrows arched.
“We—uh—um…Wekissed.”Anda bit more…
“Youdid?” she exclaimed with wide eyes. “Iknew it!ItoldHugosomething was going on between you two.”
“Youdid?Whydid you think that?”
“Comeon.”Shegestured with a turn of her hand. “Theheated looks between you.Thelonging whenDumontwatches you, thinking nobody else can see, it’s almost agonizing.”Shechuckled. “Likecome on and do something already.”
“Ohhhh…”Mycheeks heated.Iwasn’t sure how to respond. “Well, the kiss was just out of curiosity,I’msure,”Isaid, dismissing what had seemed far more momentous for me. “Youknow, being a different species and all.”
“Curiosityis one thing,Eloise,”Anyareplied. “ButIthink it’s a bit more than that.”
Iexhaled with a groan. “What’sthe point, though?Imean,I’monly here temporarily.Nopoint in thinking about anything more.”
“Idon’t know—these gargoyles and their mates.”Hereyes were bright. “Whenthey commit, theycommit.”
“Idon’t get it.Whatdoes it mean exactly?”
Shepursed her lips. “Hmm.I’mnot sureI’man expert on the topic myself, but to me it sounds a lot like soul mates.”Sheraised an index finger. “Wait,Ihave a few shifter romances in my room.Maybeyou should read one.Itmight be able to explain things better thanIcan.”
Igave her a wry smile. “First, you give me books on magic.Now, you give me shifter romances.Atrue librarian—one who finds the answers in books.”
Sheflashed a grin in return with a knowing gleam in her eyes. “Exactly.”
Dumontsenta message to my room, asking me to join him for dinner in his apartment.Atremor of anticipation rippled through me.
Ifretted with my appearance, spending extra time on my hair and makeup, but there was only so muchIcould do with my limited wardrobe.
“Anya, help,”Ipleaded with my sister.
“What’swrong?” she asked with furrowed brows.
“Ineed to find something to wear.”
Shecame to my room and helped me with outfits, offering to share anything she had.
