“Do you think Drake or Harlow will be weirded out?” Hiro asked in a quiet voice. He was uneasy still and I knew there was nothing I could do to fix that. He needed his mates. “I don’t look the same.”
“Neither will they,” Achar supplied even though he wasn’t part of this conversation. Everything he said was so blunt and purposeful. It was unsettling.
“Then I guess I’ll stop overthinking,” Hiro said more to himself than us. I bumped my shoulder against his in support, forgetting about my wings. He cracked up when I had to steady him after almost flinging him to the side. “You have your own shit to adjust to, brother.”
“I do,” I confirmed. A streak of red appeared before Loki was strutting alongside us. I knew we had him to thank for our new bodies.
“I take it we worked past the shock, boys?” Loki mused as he met my gaze with his shockingly vibrant eyes.
“We did,” I confirmed with a bow of respect that he more than earned. “Thank you for saving us.”
“Thank your queen,” Loki disagreed. “It was her favor that saved you and she’ll repay the debt.”
Well, that’s unsettling. What could a god possibly want from her?
“This walking thing is overrated. Why are we doing it?” Loki asked as he stopped, forcing our procession to stop as well.
“I don’t have wings,” Hiro pointed out. Loki shrugged as if that were irrelevant.
“Your other half does,” he pointed out. “And wings aren’t the only way to travel.”
With a wave of his hand, the world faded, and we were standing in a stone room. It wasn’t the throne room we’d seen before, but one destroyed, fragments of furniture and books lining the floor.
“Oh, someone had fun here,” Loki barked out a laugh.
It smelled of slick, sex, sweat, and the distinct scent of my mate. Relief nearly knocked me over.
“They certainly did,” Achar agreed with amusement. It was the first emotion I’d gotten from him. “Shall we head for the throne room and meet our new queen?”
The stoicism was gone and the old gargoyle was trying hard to hide his excitement... and failing.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t wait, give her a moment?” Loki teased, barely hiding his laughter at our expense.
“Fuck this,” Hiro rumbled before taking off at a run. I followed right behind him, almost as if I couldn’t be apart from him for long. “Harlow?! Drake?!”
“Hiro?” The words were far off and something crashed in the distance before a thunder of footsteps came closer. They were too quick and a second later Drake was in front of us, looking shocked.
His eyes bounced between us for a moment but there was no hesitation as he pulled his mate into his arms, recognizing him easily.
“You’re alive.” Drake’s voice broke and I knew he was picturing our death.
“I am, and myself,” Hiro confirmed as he clung to his mate, body shuddering as his sobs broke free. It was nice to see him getting what he always deserved. A real life and a pack, mates who loved him, and real confidence. Especially when he got used to his new form.
Drake scooped him up so Hiro was forced to wrap his legs around his waist. Achar and Loki had joined us but didn’t interrupt.
The two lovers whispered back and forth before locking their lips together. Pride and relief were the only things I could feel looking at those two. They both deserved this new chance at life.
“Roman,” Hiro said as they broke apart, wiggling until Drake put him down. “And this is Achar, he led us back before Loki popped in.”
“Roman.” Drake’s grin was wide as he clapped me on the shoulder. “The gargoyle life suits you. I should have known. Always the protector.”
He was right. The gargoyles had been Dark Haven and Hel’s protectors. While the demons did her bidding and fought for her, they held the two worlds together. As much as they could when she was working against them.
“Where is she?” I asked.
My chest was aching at the thought of seeing her but the moment the question fell from my lips, his expression darkened.
“I have no idea,” Drake admitted on a growl. “She was working with her mentor to put on clothes with her powers, manifesting and shit, and then she was just gone.”