Fate Of The Minotaur (Her Dragon's Bane 5) by Harmony Raines Page B

him not to kill them, although not why. But right now, he wanted to shatter them into pieces. Their wing beats were getting louder; he tried not to imagine them hurtling towards him, although his mind continued to question how something made of hard stone could possibly stay in the sky.
    At the last moment, he ducked under a porch that hung over the street, the sound of tiles shattering filling his ears and the remains of the broken pieces spilling down to land at his feet. A scraping sound, and then he saw the shadow of the gargoyle pass across the street, gaining height for its next attack. Fin didn’t hang around; he made for the house he had been told contained Sybil.
    There he hammered on the door—enough to wake the dead, he thought ironically.
    When the echoing of his banging stopped, he stood and listened, acutely aware of the silence on the other side of the door. While above him, the sound of scraping stones told him the next gargoyle attack was underway.
    He lifted his hand and hammered again. The sound so loud in the deathly quiet of the town. Surely, he could be heard, surely someone would come. But who would that someone be? A shiver passed through him and he transferred the wooden stake from his belt to his hand. If it was a vampire, he needed to be ready. But please, let it not be Sybil.
     

Chapter Sixteen – Sybil
    Through the haze of sleep, she could hear a noise. Waking, she sat up, still fully clothed, and listened. Silence. Maybe it had been her dream. The house, not nearly as dead as its inhabitant, creaked and settled around her, as if begging to be awoken and filled with light. And then it came again. A loud, thundering thudding on the door.
    She slipped her legs off the bed and went to the bedroom door, opening it to see if Angus was awake too. That thought made her shiver. Did she want to wake him in the day? Did she want to be in his company more than she had to? He was so charming, so deathly mesmerising.
    Nothing in the house moved. Sybil needed to know who was at the door. Reassured that it could not be a vampire, she made her way downstairs, looking at the iron bar across the door and knowing she was safe unless she removed it.
    As quietly as she could, she walked to the door, standing with her ear pressed to it. A hard thud made her step back, the sound of splintering wood filling the air. Someone was attempting to break the door down. Moving away, she was about to head upstairs and find Angus when she heard a familiar voice.
    “I will destroy you,” Fin was bellowing from outside.
    “Fin,” she called, and ran to the door, trying to force the iron bar back. It was too heavy. Maybe there was another way in. Turning, she was about to head to the sitting room Lord Angus had taken her to, figuring she could drag the shuttering from the window and let him in, when a hand caught hold of her shoulder.
    “What is this, an attack?” Lord Angus glared at her with eyes aflame. His fangs were growing longer and she knew he was going to kill her without a flinch of remorse.
    “No. It’s Fin. He’s come to help.”
    “Who is this Fin?”
    “A friend. The friend who rescued me.”
    “Then he has come to take you back?”
    “No. No. I gave you my word. Let him in. Or at least help him. He’s been attacked.”
    “Yes. By my gargoyles. They are there to stop anyone coming in, or out.”
    “Lord Angus, please.” Another thud and more splintering; dust came from the ceiling, covering everything in a dirty thin coat, making the room look as pale as Sybil’s host.
    “He is destroying my house!” His voice was cold with fury. Too fast, he was past her and at the front door, pulling the bar back as if it was a twig. No effort at all for this supernatural creature of death.
    Sybil ran to him, grabbing hold of his arm when he went to grasp Fin, who fell through the door at the sudden shock of it opening. The two looked at each other, the vampire as shocked as Fin. It gave Fin enough time to