Page 30 of Stone Seduction
I nodded, surveying the room. Where the hell were my clothes?
The rather harassed looking gargoyle, her dark hair messy, kept checking a pocket watch.
“Erm, is there anything to wear?” I asked.
No answer.
Cold air brought goosebumps to my skin, my upper body fully exposed to the draft blowing through the open window.
The freezing stone floor didn’t help either.
“Hello? Carissa?”
Still nothing. The pocket watch seemed to hold her in its ticking thrall, her eyes kind of glassy.
What the hell?
“Isn’t time a strange beast?” she finally spoke.
“I guess so.” I shivered, thinking about closing the window before I became a Luke ice lolly.
She traced her little finger across the clock face. “Too strange sometimes. Not enough of it, too much of it.” She hunched forward.
I didn’t like the idea of being alone with her for much longer.
“Carissa?” I tried, voice a little squeaky.
She lowered her face closer to the pocket watch.
I cleared my throat and went for a clearer tone.
It did the trick. She looked up. “What’s wrong?”
“I need some clothes.”
She blinked, her mouth and eyes widening in horror. “You poor thing!” Jumping to her feet, she hurried to the bed, grabbing a pair of gray jogging bottoms, socks, underwear, and a jumper. So gray they’d been camouflaged with the bedspread.
“Here you go.” She handed me the pile. “There are some slippers under the bed, everything in your size. I’ll wait outside. Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Thanks.”
She left me to it. I dressed quickly, body grateful for the sudden warmth of the soft clothing.
Okay. Time to get out of this room and back to Asher.
The earthy taste from Asher’s blood returned to my tongue. This time it brought a weird, gravely sensation with it.
But there wasn’t anything in my mouth.
I returned to the bathroom, sticking my tongue out at the mirror. I opened wide, seeing no signs of gravel or anything.
Weird.
It passed within half a minute.
“Okay, then.” I returned to the main room, baffled.
The door opened, a tall woman taking me by surprise.
