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Thank goodness. The cavalry was here!
Chapter 29
Zayn
Ohman,notagain.
I always hated waking up not knowing what had happened. The ceiling wasn’t one that I recognized. This wasn’t my condo, or Sybil’s home, or even the cave at the Reserve. And there was a small yellow, orange, and green parrot flitting from beam to beam overhead. Where the hell was I?
“Hey, look, Sleeping Beauty is awake.” The male voice sounded vaguely familiar somehow. I didn’t know who it was, but I knew I didn’t like him.
“They shot you full of tranqs. You’re lucky your snake is so huge.”
That brought back memories of the fight. That was it. The asshole had just gotten hold of Sybil when I’d blacked out.
“Where’s my mate?” I pushed myself up, looking around. “And where am I?”
I was in a fancy penthouse with high ceilings and large floor-to-ceiling windows. There were several oversized couches in front of a giant screen, and I was lying on one of them. The place screamed understated class and money. Everything was dark wood, soft leather, bronze, and granite. The splash of greenery in the form of oversized houseplants added a light, fresh touch.
“Sybil’s taking a shower. And you’re in my penthouse.” It was Gunnar, the gargoyle who’d challenged me before. The one who was clearly upset that Sybil was off the market.
Shit. The guy lived here in this luxurious penthouse, and my serpent had offered Sybil a crappy dome of leaves and twigs.
Gunnar held out a bottle of water. “Drink up. You need to flush that shit out of your system.”
I opened it, smelled it, and when I didn’t detect anything suspicious, chugged it all down. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was.
The gargoyle dragged over a chair, set it down with the chair back facing me, and straddled it like he was about to start an interrogation. I sat up to face him.
“Tell me why you deserve someone as perfect as Sybil, especially after you fucking left her.” He was now giving me some big brother vibes in addition to being potential competition.
I shrugged, refusing to show any signs of fear. “I don’t deserve her. You’re right, she’s perfect, and I’m just a cursed naga. But you can’t fight a mate bond.”
“She is not a naga. You can’t form a mate bond to her.”
“I am not a full naga. My mom’s human.”
He squinted at me. “Where is your father?”
I knew better than to reply to that question. If my dad left me and my mom high and dry, what was stopping me from doing the same?
A woman cleared her throat. “That’s enough, Gunnar. He had his reasons for leaving, and he won’t do it again.Right?” The blonde sent me a chilling look that said there was only one acceptable answer. It was full of magic and honestly scared me a hell of a lot more than the brute force of a gargoyle.
“No, ma’am.” I knew better than to fuck with an angry witch. One curse was bad enough. I didn’t want to be turned into a frog as well.
The blonde stuck out her hand. “I’m Tansy. You must be the naga neighbor who won’t stop banging the wall.”
“He’s banging a lot more than the wall now,” Gunnar quipped.
Tansy rolled her eyes.
“I was there when Dottie called about you breaking the curse,” she explained.
“Dottie?”
“Dolores, the witch who cursed your granddad.”
Oh. Helen’s grandmother.
