always felt closest to Castor, even if there was no real closeness between them. It was probably because he was the kindest to her.
“I need to speak to Luc,” Chris said gruffly.
“He will be in the house with Kylie, although if I were you, I would wait until they leave their bedroom.”
Interrupting her leader during his private time with his mate was suicidal.
“Oh? Oh!”
He realized what she meant, and his body stilled. The tension crackled between them as he stared at her and she blushed at him.
Absently she rubbed her wing, and his eye was drawn to her scars, wincing slightly.
“How was your date?” she asked quickly, making him snap to attention. The last thing she wanted was his pity. She’d rather hear about how he’d met his human soul mate and was planning to marry her and sire twelve children.
Chris gave her an almost guilty look. “It wasn’t really a date.”
His eyes held her, infinite dark pools that seemed to pierce her very soul. She was powerless against those eyes. His perfect, sculpted lips parted as if he was about to say something. Instead, he shook his head.
“I better go see if I can rouse Luc.”
With that, he stomped towards the house. It wasn’t really a date, he said. Those words should have encouraged her, but they didn’t. If anything, she felt even bleaker.
Perhaps she had missed her moment with Chris. If she ever had one.
Chapter Fourteen
Chris stared at his computer screen. The words blurred. He’d been trying to write a report about Ms. Felcher’s noise complaint – her neighbor just took up drumming - for an hour, but he couldn’t concentrate. It was three days since he had last been at the Hardcastle Mansion. He informed Luc that the situation with Melissa was resolved – she wouldn’t be investigating giant bats for the foreseeable future – and then he left.
He wanted to go back. More than he ever wanted anything. His nights were infected with dreams of being sensually mauled by a certain pink gargoyle, and his days weren’t any better. When he should have been trying to quell a dispute between the Misses Perkins, he was daydreaming of Annis.
He couldn’t stand the thought of going up there and seeing the new male, Castor near her. Chris didn’t really like the thought of any of the males being near her, but it was worse with him. The way he looked at her was territorial, like he owned Annis. Nobody owned Annis – she was her own gargoyle! He bristled at the memory.
He feared that Castor wanted Annis. Sweet, naïve Annis probably didn’t see it – but Chris could read the huge gargoyle like a picture book. When it came to sex and desire, he usually had pretty good instincts… for everyone else, not for his own love life. No, he usually made terrible decisions when in relationships. One of the reasons he thought being single was the better option. Case in point – Mara.
In the brief, few months they were married things quickly went from bad to worse. When they were together, they fought. She started staying out all night, and Chris started working longer hours, so he didn’t have to go home to her at all.
Chris tried talking to her about the baby, and the baby’s future, but Mara didn’t want to listen. She told him he was boring; she wanted to have fun like they did when they first got together. But no, he had work; he had responsibilities. She didn’t like that he was sending a large amount of his paycheck to support Brenda. She wanted him to stop that and when he wouldn’t, she got even worse. It was probably about that time that he realized the love he had felt for her had been infatuation. He was dazzled by her, by her beauty, by her energy, by her love of life – but he’d never truly loved her.
One night when she came home half-intoxicated, he tried yelling at her that her behavior was threatening the health of their child – his child – and she jeered
“I need to speak to Luc,” Chris said gruffly.
“He will be in the house with Kylie, although if I were you, I would wait until they leave their bedroom.”
Interrupting her leader during his private time with his mate was suicidal.
“Oh? Oh!”
He realized what she meant, and his body stilled. The tension crackled between them as he stared at her and she blushed at him.
Absently she rubbed her wing, and his eye was drawn to her scars, wincing slightly.
“How was your date?” she asked quickly, making him snap to attention. The last thing she wanted was his pity. She’d rather hear about how he’d met his human soul mate and was planning to marry her and sire twelve children.
Chris gave her an almost guilty look. “It wasn’t really a date.”
His eyes held her, infinite dark pools that seemed to pierce her very soul. She was powerless against those eyes. His perfect, sculpted lips parted as if he was about to say something. Instead, he shook his head.
“I better go see if I can rouse Luc.”
With that, he stomped towards the house. It wasn’t really a date, he said. Those words should have encouraged her, but they didn’t. If anything, she felt even bleaker.
Perhaps she had missed her moment with Chris. If she ever had one.
Chapter Fourteen
Chris stared at his computer screen. The words blurred. He’d been trying to write a report about Ms. Felcher’s noise complaint – her neighbor just took up drumming - for an hour, but he couldn’t concentrate. It was three days since he had last been at the Hardcastle Mansion. He informed Luc that the situation with Melissa was resolved – she wouldn’t be investigating giant bats for the foreseeable future – and then he left.
He wanted to go back. More than he ever wanted anything. His nights were infected with dreams of being sensually mauled by a certain pink gargoyle, and his days weren’t any better. When he should have been trying to quell a dispute between the Misses Perkins, he was daydreaming of Annis.
He couldn’t stand the thought of going up there and seeing the new male, Castor near her. Chris didn’t really like the thought of any of the males being near her, but it was worse with him. The way he looked at her was territorial, like he owned Annis. Nobody owned Annis – she was her own gargoyle! He bristled at the memory.
He feared that Castor wanted Annis. Sweet, naïve Annis probably didn’t see it – but Chris could read the huge gargoyle like a picture book. When it came to sex and desire, he usually had pretty good instincts… for everyone else, not for his own love life. No, he usually made terrible decisions when in relationships. One of the reasons he thought being single was the better option. Case in point – Mara.
In the brief, few months they were married things quickly went from bad to worse. When they were together, they fought. She started staying out all night, and Chris started working longer hours, so he didn’t have to go home to her at all.
Chris tried talking to her about the baby, and the baby’s future, but Mara didn’t want to listen. She told him he was boring; she wanted to have fun like they did when they first got together. But no, he had work; he had responsibilities. She didn’t like that he was sending a large amount of his paycheck to support Brenda. She wanted him to stop that and when he wouldn’t, she got even worse. It was probably about that time that he realized the love he had felt for her had been infatuation. He was dazzled by her, by her beauty, by her energy, by her love of life – but he’d never truly loved her.
One night when she came home half-intoxicated, he tried yelling at her that her behavior was threatening the health of their child – his child – and she jeered
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