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She wished she'd had surveillance cameras in the café, to capture that conversation to prove to the police that the first thing Matt did when he got out of prison was to find her and threaten her life. Definitely not the actions of an innocent man.
She could try to get a restraining order, she supposed, but he'd only appeal it in court, and if he had a lawyer who'd managed to get his entire conviction overturned, the restraining order wouldn't be worth the paper it was printed on.
She couldn't surrender Rory to him, but maybe if she went with her, to make sure she was okay...
No. Just NO.
In the end, Tacey tried to clean the house to settle her spiralling mind, but it didn't help. By the time she put Rory to bed that night, the house was sparkling clean, and her body was exhausted, but her mind was still spinning like a jet engine.
Worse, it was just her and Rory tonight. Callie was still down south, Alethia was still housesitting for her parents, Sybil was somewhere in the Arctic Circle on the archaeological dig of a lifetime, and Octavia was working.
So with no one else to talk to, a big glass of wine was probably the only way she was going to get her mind to settle enough to sleep tonight. Well, wine or something stronger...
Yeah, definitely something stronger. The rest of that bottle of vodka they'd taken to the cemetery that night they'd tried and failed to summon a demon should do it.
First the Moth Man, then a demon, and today, a gargoyle with a monster cock. Well, a man dressed like one, anyway.
What had he said his name was? It was weird, that was for sure. Winston...no, Wystan Steel, that was it.
Octavia or Rochelle had probably hired him to do some more PR videos for the café. Tacey couldn't remember agreeing to pay for that, but maybe he'd done it as a favour for them. After all, Octavia took all sorts of payment when she fixed people's computers, and Rochelle did some work as a paid actor at Fremantle Prison.
Why they'd picked a man with a monster cock to play a monster, though...
Tacey couldn't help but think about what it had looked and felt like. If she closed her eyes, she saw that perfect package again, looking like the bits of a grey stone statue, but hot and hard and probably amazing inside you once you got naked with him.
Tacey shook herself. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept with a man. Definitely before Rory was born. Hell, it might even have been Matt. And it'd probably be years more before she dared to date again. She should probably just bite the bullet and go buy a vibrator, like the girls in Callie's romance books did. All the American women seemed to own one, while she didn't know a single Aussie girl who did. Sex shops here sold them, though, so someone must be buying them.
She'd have to actually go into the shop to get one, though, instead of ordering one online, because if one of the other girls saw the package and opened it...she'd never live it down.
Now she really needed that vodka.
Tacey opened her eyes, blinked, then closed them again.
She was not delusional. When she opened her eyes again, she'd discover she'd just imagined seeing that monster cock in her lounge room, and she'd only seen it in her mind's eye. Wystan Steel's dick and all the rest of him could not possibly be standing in front of her, in her house.
She opened her eyes.
"You have until the count of three to get out of my fucking house, or I'm calling the police. And I'm going to spend every second you're still trespassing on my property kicking your arse!" She reached for the nearest object she could use as a weapon, which turned out to be Rory's plastic sword, and brandished it. "Get out!"
Wystan backed away with his hands up, but he didn't go far. "Mistress Tacey, as I tried to tell Miss Rory, you can't hurt me with that. I'm your gargoyle protector, and I'm made of living stone, the better to defend you. Even if that were a real sword, it could not pierce my skin."
Tacey dropped the sword on the floor in disgust. She wouldn't have allowed Rory to have a sword at all unless she'd been sure she couldn't hurt herself with it.
"How did you get in here?" she demanded.
"Gargoyles have the uncanny talent of being able to walk through walls."
She opened her mouth to tell him he wasn't a gargoyle and no one could walk through walls, but that image of him disappearing in the studio above the café...he'd just put his back to the wall and...poof, gone.
"But why are you here?" she persisted. Because none of today made any sense. First Matt, now Wystan...
"You summoned me. You and your friends in the cemetery."
"You're a demon?" she squeaked, leaping onto the couch. Like he was a cockroach skittering across the floor that she could avoid if she got up high enough.
He sighed. "I'm a gargoyle, Miss Tacey."
She considered telling him to call her Miss Bell, but she hated being called that. "Just Tacey. And you're...Wystan?"
