Sixx (The Stone Society, #7) by Faith Gibson Page B

door without calling the police.”
    “Do you really think she’d call the authorities?”
    “I have no idea what she’ll do. She was always feisty. I can’t imagine that would have changed.” Sixx wrapped the towel around his waist. “How long until training? Do I have enough time for a shower and some lunch?”
    “A couple of hours, so yes. I want to stop by the armory and check on Banyan before I head to the field.”
    “I was going to ask you about him last night, but you abandoned me for Finley. What’s up with the two of you?”
    “I already told you, we’re just friends.”
    “No, I mean you and Banyan. He watched you like a hawk at the gathering. Do you two have a past? He’s recently relocated from New Orleans and you lived there. I thought maybe you... I don’t know.” Sixx didn’t know what to think.
    Urijah bristled at the comment, but kept his face blank. “We ran in the same circles some years ago in the French Quarter. Nothing more.”
    Sixx let it go. It was obvious Uri didn’t want to elaborate. “Are you hungry? I’m going to make myself a sandwich.”
    “How about I make lunch while you shower?” Uri offered.
    “Sounds good. I’ll have one of whatever you make for yourself.” Sixx made it easy on Uri as far as what he fixed. He wasn’t picky when it came to food. He left Uri sitting on the patio and retreated to his shower. Sixx couldn’t help but wonder what Uri and Banyan had gotten up to in their past lives together. It didn’t matter now if they had been friends or lovers, because Sixx was pretty sure his surly housemate and Fin were mates whether Uri wanted to admit it or not. That was going to be something if they were. Something for the ages.
    After sharing a quiet lunch, Sixx hopped in the passenger seat of an SUV Uri had borrowed from Finley. When Sixx asked him about it, Uri explained he needed the larger vehicle to transport their weapons. Yeah, a bunch of swords wouldn’t fit in the Bugatti. Neither would a longboard. He appreciated Sinclair’s thoughtfulness, but Sixx was going to have to see about another mode of transportation while he was there. When he lived in California before, he’d driven a Jeep. A Jeep that Rae more often than not ended up “borrowing” for one reason or another. With thoughts of his mate riding down the beach with the top off, wind blowing through her hair, Sixx knew he would be heading to the Jeep dealership later that day. But first, the armory.
    The building that would soon house the Stone Society’s armory on the West Coast was undergoing major renovations so Uri could forge weapons without having to transport them across the country. With the possibility of a war, Rafael wanted to ensure every Gargoyle had the best weapon possible at their disposal, and Urijah was the Goyle to provide such a sword. He forged each one separately, not using mass production to make the process go quicker. When their lives were on the line, Urijah would not cut corners.
    Sixx followed Urijah into the belly of the building. Banyan was talking with the work crew. When he finished whatever instructions he was giving, he walked over and held out his hand.
    Sixx shook it and said, “Banyan, good to see you again.”
    Urijah left the two of them alone to speak to the workers himself.
    “And you as well. Did Uri bring you as a buffer?” he asked, a slight smirk highlighting his rough good looks. For such a large Goyle, he spoke softly. His speech wasn’t rushed, more like he worked hard to keep it slow, enunciating each word.
    “Does he need one?” Sixx asked, tilting his head.
    “Maybe a mediator would be more like it. He does not trust me with this project.”
    Knowing Uri like he did, Sixx could see the Goyle not wanting to hand over the reins to anyone where the armory was concerned. “No offense, but he is going to be the one using the equipment. I can’t imagine I would trust anyone else with such an important job, either.”
    “He is not