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“I have questions too,” I said. “Like why kidnap innocent shifters and torture them? Are you a shifter hater? Did you get bullied as a child and now you’re the big man getting your revenge?”
“You have a wicked tongue, Elliana.” He adjusted his groin. “Maybe I’ll put it to good use.” His voice climbed several octaves, and bile hit the back of my throat. Gross. So was that his reason for his visit?
Footsteps boomed overhead, and the creep backed into the woods, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. Maybe this was my chance to uncover the truth, understand why they’d locked me up. The more information I had, the better opportunity I’d have to discover how to overthrow them. And it piqued my interest… Why would this man even bother coming to visit me without the witch? Unless she was hiding, and he was toying with me?
Lure him out into the open. Get the gargoyle to take him down.
“You may be onto something,” I whispered as I leaned out of the window.
“So you know my name,” I replied. “What do I call you?”
No response.
“Asshole” sounds reasonable.
“Look. I’ll answer anything you want,” I said. “But you need to come into the tower. I can’t keep shouting because my throat is getting sore.” I chewed on my cheek, pacing back and forth in front of the window. Just picturing the dickhead butchered at the hands of the gargoyle had me smiling, and the eagerness to make this happen surged through me.
So I hauled my hair into my arms and pushed the long cords outside the window. The golden locks dropped and hung a few feet from the ground.
“Quickly. Climb up into the tower using my hair. Surely, the witch has protected a mere human by ensuring the gargoyle won’t harm you? She wouldn’t want you injured, right?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Who said I was a human?”
Was he a shifter? Or a warlock? When I’d seen him years ago, he’d behaved like the witch’s bodyguard, following her instructions. He’d seemed to carry no magic.
Tell him you’re hot and going to remove your clothes.
“Are you insane? I’m not stooping that low,” I mumbled to myself.
It’s clear what he’s here for and it has zero to do with asking you questions.
A shiver trailed the length of my spine, and I shook. I’d die before I let him touch me, but he wouldn’t make it to the tower if my plan worked.
Outside, he remained concealed within shadows.
“Or are you waiting for the witch to give you permission?” I taunted him. “Where is she?”
“It’s just us two, child.” His creepy tone returned, and when he stepped forward again, he had his cape open, revealing no shirt, just pants. He rubbed a hand over his lips as if drooled. Disgusting.
Darkness plunged through me. My subconscious was right, and it took every inch of strength to not haul my hair back inside. Dealing with the devil came with dangers… but I wanted him to hurt, to scream with pain, to beg for his life just as my dad had done.
My mouth opened, but no words came. Two tries later and I found them. “Well, what are you—?”
A large shadow swooped overhead.
I jumped and pressed myself against the window’s edge.
The gargoyle hurled through the air, darting after the man, who recoiled into the forest.
I held my breath.Please catch him.
Yes, beat the snot out of him.
Moments later, the white-haired man was tossed out of the woods and landed with a thump in the field. A roar gushed from his mouth, and he climbed to his feet, his cape falling around his feet. His torso shimmied, growing in size, white fur spurting across his body.
Shit, okay, so he was a shifter? Then why harm others like him?
The gargoyle burst out in pursuit, dragging broken branches caught on his wings behind him. He stormed toward the man, crouching forward, growling. Without hesitation, the gargoyle kicked him in the ribs, sending him across the field, rolling and spinning from the momentum.
