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The gargoyle stares at me.

I stare back.

“Can you hear my thoughts?”

No.

I narrow my eyes. “Are you lying?”

Why would I lie?

“Because you were a statue five minutes ago and now you’re a voice in my brain! I feel like we’ve moved past the point where normal rules apply!”

A long pause.

Fair enough.

I close my eyes. Take a deep, cleansing breath. Open them again.

Rocky is still there. Of course he is. Because apparently this is my life now. I look down at my empty wineglass. Then at the gargoyle. Then back at the glass.

“You know what?”

What?

“I think I figured out what went wrong.”

Do enlighten me.

I point at him.

“I rubbed a magic lamp and wished for a miracle.”

I’m not a lamp.

“And instead of a genie, I got a naked man.”

I’m not a genie, either.

“Well, clearly.”

I pick up my glass. “Because if you were, you’d have fixed my plumbing.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Gabriel’s voice fills my head again.

April?

“What?”

I think we need to talk.

I stare at the hideous stone creature perched on my balcony.

Then I sigh.

“Yeah, Rocky. I think we really fucking do.”