Page 98 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“I tried to tell him,” Monty said with amusement as he popped in behind me. “You’re quickly ruining any chance you had. How sad.”

The sarcasm was strong enough that Layne was cracking up behind us. She was perched on the edge of a couch, eyes pingingback and forth between us all like this was some amazing show just for her.

“We don’t have time for this mate shit,” I said with a sigh, glancing around at the library. “There are no beds here, barely any supplies—outside of what Drake found us—and we’ll need our medicine to survive this shit.”

“Drake said he was handling our meds,” Layne chimed in.

Good. I’d hate to send a demon for them. That sounded like a disaster waiting to happen.

“Then I’ll leave your winged friends to be your errand boys,” Monty said as he brushed his lips over my ear. I shivered as he shocked my skin, a reminder of the night we spent together. “I’ll be back for you later.”

With that he was gone. I hated the chill his absence brought. What I wanted was some normalcy but I doubted that was happening.

Wanting to see Kol’s reaction, I simply stayed quiet, crossing my arms and staring him down.

He glared at the space Monty had taken up for several beats before he pulled out a horn and blew.

I slammed my hands over my ears as the loud sound reverberated through the room.

In moments he had a small troop of gargoyles at the ready, barking out orders and fulfilling our requests.

“You three, find food for the humans here,” he started before moving to another group. “Beds, one for each of them.” It continued on, Kol ensuring everything we mentioned was covered, then some things I hadn’t considered like cleaning supplies.

Even gargoyles noted the dust filling this space.

It may have been a small, stupid thing for them, however, I was genuinely grateful for a bed. The gesture didn’t mean I would fall at his feet.

But maybe I’d at least hear him out now.

Harlow

Friday Evening

Dark Haven Library

“Havinggargoyles do the heavy lifting sure does come in handy,” Hiro said. His voice sounded off and had been ever since we’d settled in here for good.

I couldn’t blame him; our lives were utter chaos and the isolation sucked. It did worry me, though. We were mates, but we didn’t know the ins and outs of the other’s mental health. That left far too much gray area to navigate.

“It does,” I agreed.

Drake had snagged us clothes and a few days’ worth of medicine, but our food ran out yesterday and he was nowhere to be found.

Anytime I asked where he was disappearing to, he was short with me, stating he was keeping us safe.

I didn’t miss the hint of ash on his clothes, meaning he was joining every fight he could while telling us to stay safe here. My eyes shifted to the dagger I always kept near and I fought the urge to walk out and find him myself.

I wasn’t useless. Yet here I was, locked away like the others.

Monty and Kol were both in and out and very insistent that we didn’t step foot outside of the library. I was quickly growing tired of my own compliance. I didn’t answer to any of them and from the reports and snippets of conversation we heard, the demons were no longer walking the hallways in hordes.

“I’m starving,” Layne whined. “Can we have tall, dark, and handsome lead us down to the cafeteria? It’s almost dinner.”

Crew puffed out his chest. “You mean me?” He flexed a few times and Layne let out a laugh.

“I meant our gargoyle bodyguard, but you’re adorable,” she reassured him, patting his cheek like she didn’t emasculate the poor guy.

Crew deflated at that and glared at Stravos as he put his arm possessively around her.

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