Page 60 of Let Go My Gargoyle
“What happens next?” Sofia sked.
“We’ll try to rehabilitate Darius. If he isn’t receptive, he’ll spend the rest of his life in prison.”
If the man could be rehabilitated, it would surely be a long, drawn out process. Sofia didn’t know if she wanted that for him or if she preferred that he rot in jail. She had a lot of emotional scars of her own thanks to her brother.
“Come on,” Becca said, holding out her hand to Penelope. “Let’s go inside and find something to eat, and I’ll tell you all about being a Daughter of Light.”
“Cool,” Penelope said and she grasped Becca’s hand and let her lead her into the house.
Rahu stood there for a moment, watching them. “She’s going to be an amazing mom.” Shaking his head and with a small smile on his lips, he headed in after them.
Ketu patted Sofia’s shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I hope Oliver makes the right decision.” He followed Rahu into the house.
“Me too,” Sofia whispered.
Chapter Nineteen
It was well after dark by the time Griffin returned to the reeve’s mansion. He flew, because he was eager to get there, to see Sofia again. It felt like they’ve been separated for weeks instead of hours.
He summoned the magic, commanding his body to shift to his human form moments before he reached the house. He landed with a quiet thud on the wooden deck outside Sofia’s bedroom. A security guard positioned at the corner saw him, and Griffin waved. The guy nodded and leaned against the railing, returned to focusing on his phone.
Calling on his magic again, Griffin commanded the lock to twist free, and then he opened the French door and slipped inside.
Sofia sat on the bed, wrapped in a robe, wide awake.
“Um, hi,” Griffin said, pausing just inside the door.
“Took you long enough,” she said, affecting an awfully cute pout.
“It took a while to hash everything out with Oliver.”
“This long?”
No, actually, but once they’d worked out all the details, Oliver had insisted the three men share a drink, which led to two and then three and four. Good thing Griffin wasn’t a lightweight like Argyle, who was currently snoring on the couch in Oliver’s apartment.
Turned out, Oliver’s brethren didn’t actually spend all their time living as stone statues and hanging out in the City of the Dead.
Griffin motioned at the door behind him. “I was wondering if you’d like to go flying together?”
She canted her head, her fingers curling into the bedcover. “Y-you want to fly together?”
He nodded.
“Does this mean…?”
“That I want to mate with you? Yes.”
She stood. “But what about Oliver? Your job?”
Since she was apparently too stunned to come to him, he strode across the room and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body and burying his face in her hair, breathing deeply of her scent. He was going to be able to do that every single day for all of eternity.
Oh, he should probably let her know that he was going to use his magic to make her immortal, too. He took this mating business seriously, which meant he wanted it to truly be forever.
Leaning back so he could look her in the face, he said, “Oliver admitted that the reason for his rules was because when he was younger—like two thousand years ago younger—he fell in love and mated and had a child. And then they were killed, a direct result of an assignment he’d been working on. He was devastated. So when he became manager of his own brethren, he decided to ensure none of the gargoyles in his charge ever went through something so terrible, hence his rules.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s awful.”
Griffin shrugged. “Actually, it’s considerate. He didn’t want anyone else to be hurt like he was.”
