Page 24 of Stone Seduction
Dane flew up to flank me. “How’s Luke doing?”
“A hot bath and some sleep will help him,” Carissa spoke before I could.
Yeah, because she knew him so well.
“The tower will be the best place for him.”
“Meaning what?” I jumped in. “He’s not moving in here.”
She didn’t answer.
“Carissa? Boss? Please tell me that’s not the plan.”
“Asher…”
“He can’t?—”
“I told you not to ask questions.” The bite in her tone came with a warning.
I ignored it. “He’s my mark. I say where he stays. I serve his best interests.”
“Sorry,”I addressed Luke with the amulet connection.“I’m talking like you’re not here and all possessive. I guess I’m a tad possessive but fuck it. Only in certain contexts.”
“Like when Seth’s in the picture,”he answered.
“Yeah.”
Unfortunately, the weaver was always in the picture. Back when he sucked off my ex-boyfriend, Billy, and now again in this situation. Always lurking, always involved, an unshakable shadow.
In a better world, I’d be free to toss him from the top of the gargoyle tower. Weavers couldn’t fly, so toodles to him while I flipped him both middle fingers.
Ah, sweet dreams.
For now, he had to be involved because he provided the potion, searched for the king, and ran this town. And he was higher ranked than me. A weaver was a gargoyle who continuously wove the magic to keep us all safe. Much more special than the likes of me.
Whatever. But he’d never have my respect, and he’d never have Luke. Their chess and BJ days were over, the human mine now.
At least, I wanted him to be mine. Completely mine.
If he’d have me.
Shame about you being a lying piece of shit, eh?
Gods, I wanted to hold him, run my fingers through his hair. But Carissa kept hold of him even when we entered the tower, leading us through large gray corridors, taking us up a long gray stairwell in a silent march.
Gargoyles loved gray, every tower having the same dull vibe. Not me. I loved me some color, a sprinkle of fairy lights, and lots of coziness.
Traces of glitter fell off my body, giving the floor some much needed sparkle.
Dane slapped my back. “Wild night, right?”
“Yeah.”
He gave me a gentler pat. “It’ll be okay, bro. It really will.”
Why did I have this anxious gnawing in my guts?
We reached a long corridor with a series of meeting rooms. All very bland and corporate looking, their vibe pissing me off.
