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“What? Seriously? What about you? I mean, you’rehuge. And you have magic too.”
“My magic is different from theirs. I can fight them off, therefore protecting you, but I cannot kill them. You are the only one who can do that.”
“I’m supposed to kill someone?”
“Not just someone. Warlocks.”
Plural. Because killing one person—being—wasn’t bad enough. “Uh, how many warlocks are there in the world? Ballpark?”
“A lot.”
“Right.” Becca drained the rest of her wine. “So if I die, warlocks have no more natural enemies. And as magical beings with no conscience, they’re basically, for someone like me who’s still trying to understand all this magic stuff, demons. And if they run rampant, unchecked, eventually…”
“Yes,” Argyle stated firmly.
“Right.” She looked at her empty wineglass and wished it were full. A moment later, something bumped into her arm. She glanced down to see the wine bottle hovering there, nudging her. She didn’t even hesitate to grab it and fill her glass.
“Okay. So I can’t die. Got it. Which means the second option is to learn how to kill those bastards.”
Chapter Thirteen
Rahu hadn’t seen or heard from Becca in two and a half days.
Two and a half excruciatingly long days.
He knew she was okay because he kept wandering over to her aunt’s house to check on her. And each time, Argyle or one of his gargoyle buddies greeted him and refused to let him in.
“She’s fine,” Argyle said. “She’s in training. You are not permitted to see her.”
What the hell did that mean? The training part, he meant. He got the ‘not permitted to see her’ bit, although he strongly disagreed.
Problem was, she seemed to agree, because when he texted her, she either ignored him or sent terse replies that basically all said,I don’t want anything to do with you.
His dragon was annoyed that he was letting a gargoyle boss him around.
I’m not, he snapped back.I’m just giving her space.
Yeah, right.
At least now that Delilah was back from her aborted vacation, he was getting a few answers. Not that they were the ones he wanted to hear.
According to Delilah, Becca was the only person in the entire world who could kill the warlocks who were after her.
“Even Argyle can’t?” he’d asked when she dropped that little bomb on him.
The half-witch, half-dragon had chortled. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Gargoyles exist to protect people, not to kill them. Not exactly the handiest of traits, is it?”
No, he supposed not. Good thing dragons didn’t have the same problem. Except Delilah nixed that idea too.
“Warlocks are practically indestructible. Didn’t the gargoyles tell you the history? Warlocks almost wiped out my species. No one can kill them except a Daughter of Light. Because she has the gods’ magic running in her veins.” And then she’d slapped him on the back. “How’s it feel to have slept with a god?”
She’d found herself hilarious. Rahu didn’t. Because it didn’t matter. He hadn’t slept with Becca because she was a demigod. Well, he hadn’t known when it happened, but still. He slept with her because…because he had feelings for her.
There, he admitted it. Okay, yeah, his dragon thought she was their mate, but that didn’t make sense because she wasn’t a dragon. But yeah, he definitely felt…something for her. And it had everything to do with her and nothing to do with whether she even had magic. Hell, he’d been attracted to her before he even knew she wasn’t human.
We need to do something, his dragon demanded while he paced his bedroom, unable to focus on anything else. He’d given up on the deck, and he’d not even been able to concentrate on playing cards with the Elders.
His dragon was right, but what the hell should he do?
