jumped backwards as Armand shifted to hide the state of his stone body.
Tearing her gaze from his, Ferris watched as two hulking gargoyles stepped out onto the roof: Vaughn in his lion gargoyle form and Rhys in his monkey form. They were laughing about whatever they had been talking about, oblivious to the cataclysmic event that had just happened. She forced a smile to her trembling lips and tried to pretend her heart wasn’t close to bursting apart in her chest. “Hey, you two are later than usual. Where are the three terrors?”
“They’ll be up soon,” Rhys answered, his monkey face in a perpetual grin as he stepped up onto the edge and squatted down. “We were helping Melanie with the baby and things got a little out of hand.”
“Uh oh,” Ferris grinned, unable to imagine what sorts of mischief the three younger gargoyles could get into since her brain was stuck on Armand. “That can’t be good.”
Rhys smirked, clapping Vaughn on the back as the lion squatted down next to him, “It kept Vaughn from remaining human for the day.”
“Yeah , nothing like hearing, ‘Oh, shit! Get the baby down from the chandelier,’ to kill a wife’s mood,” Vaughn said, shaking his head in amused frustration. “Melanie’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she scrambled off the bed and ran into the fray without thinking twice. I had to chase after her with her robe. Luckily I managed to get her covered before she got out of the room.”
“Yeah, but you gave us all quite the eye full when you stormed out after her,” Rhys chuckled. “Jenna was kind enough to point out that she would be able to tell we were brothers even if our heads were covered.”
Ferris blushed, understanding what similarity Rhys was referring to. Her eyes flicked back to Armand but he stood there, unmoving, the formidable Armand once again. Powerlessly, her eyes dropped to his waist, knowing what she wasn’t going to see since his stone erection was safely hidden away once again. She thought it was so cool how he did that.
Rhys’s chuckle interrupted her wayward thoughts and her head whipped around to discover that he had seen where her gaze had been. “He’s definitely our brother, too, Ferris.”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t....” she stammered, feeling the prickly heat spreading upwards along her neck and into her cheeks. “I mean….”
“Leave her be,” Armand growled, staring straight ahead and not looking at any of them. “She’s too young for you to be teasing her like that.”
Was it her imagination or did he over-emphasize the word young ? Shooting a frown at Armand before smiling at Vaughn, she asked, “Will Alex be joining you guys up here today?”
“Yeah,” Vaughn beamed, a father’s pride apparent in his expression even in his stone form. Alex had been the most adorable little lion cub gargoyle imaginable, with the exception of his little sister, who was equally adorable. But now that he was a teenager he was becoming a very handsome young gargoyle, nearly the spitting image of his gorgeous father with one exception: he had Melanie’s summer sky blue eyes. “He's getting too big to be able to fly inside but he’s still small enough to spread his wings a bit out here.”
“Uh oh,” Rhys chuckled. “That means Lenni will be up here, too , freaking out.”
“She’s getting better,” Vaughn protested feebly. In truth, Melanie had never gotten over her fear of heights. She barely tolerated flying with Vaughn and that was only because she loved him to distraction and utterly trusted him. It had to be nerve-wracking to be the mother of children who could fly at will, at least while they were in their gargoyle form.
“She covers her eyes with her hands and can barely watch,” Rhys snorted. “What is she going to do when Georgie wants to come up here and fly?”
Vaughn’s brows pulled together over his broad snout and he scowled, “My daughter just barely turned one….”
“And she’s flying up
Tearing her gaze from his, Ferris watched as two hulking gargoyles stepped out onto the roof: Vaughn in his lion gargoyle form and Rhys in his monkey form. They were laughing about whatever they had been talking about, oblivious to the cataclysmic event that had just happened. She forced a smile to her trembling lips and tried to pretend her heart wasn’t close to bursting apart in her chest. “Hey, you two are later than usual. Where are the three terrors?”
“They’ll be up soon,” Rhys answered, his monkey face in a perpetual grin as he stepped up onto the edge and squatted down. “We were helping Melanie with the baby and things got a little out of hand.”
“Uh oh,” Ferris grinned, unable to imagine what sorts of mischief the three younger gargoyles could get into since her brain was stuck on Armand. “That can’t be good.”
Rhys smirked, clapping Vaughn on the back as the lion squatted down next to him, “It kept Vaughn from remaining human for the day.”
“Yeah , nothing like hearing, ‘Oh, shit! Get the baby down from the chandelier,’ to kill a wife’s mood,” Vaughn said, shaking his head in amused frustration. “Melanie’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she scrambled off the bed and ran into the fray without thinking twice. I had to chase after her with her robe. Luckily I managed to get her covered before she got out of the room.”
“Yeah, but you gave us all quite the eye full when you stormed out after her,” Rhys chuckled. “Jenna was kind enough to point out that she would be able to tell we were brothers even if our heads were covered.”
Ferris blushed, understanding what similarity Rhys was referring to. Her eyes flicked back to Armand but he stood there, unmoving, the formidable Armand once again. Powerlessly, her eyes dropped to his waist, knowing what she wasn’t going to see since his stone erection was safely hidden away once again. She thought it was so cool how he did that.
Rhys’s chuckle interrupted her wayward thoughts and her head whipped around to discover that he had seen where her gaze had been. “He’s definitely our brother, too, Ferris.”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t....” she stammered, feeling the prickly heat spreading upwards along her neck and into her cheeks. “I mean….”
“Leave her be,” Armand growled, staring straight ahead and not looking at any of them. “She’s too young for you to be teasing her like that.”
Was it her imagination or did he over-emphasize the word young ? Shooting a frown at Armand before smiling at Vaughn, she asked, “Will Alex be joining you guys up here today?”
“Yeah,” Vaughn beamed, a father’s pride apparent in his expression even in his stone form. Alex had been the most adorable little lion cub gargoyle imaginable, with the exception of his little sister, who was equally adorable. But now that he was a teenager he was becoming a very handsome young gargoyle, nearly the spitting image of his gorgeous father with one exception: he had Melanie’s summer sky blue eyes. “He's getting too big to be able to fly inside but he’s still small enough to spread his wings a bit out here.”
“Uh oh,” Rhys chuckled. “That means Lenni will be up here, too , freaking out.”
“She’s getting better,” Vaughn protested feebly. In truth, Melanie had never gotten over her fear of heights. She barely tolerated flying with Vaughn and that was only because she loved him to distraction and utterly trusted him. It had to be nerve-wracking to be the mother of children who could fly at will, at least while they were in their gargoyle form.
“She covers her eyes with her hands and can barely watch,” Rhys snorted. “What is she going to do when Georgie wants to come up here and fly?”
Vaughn’s brows pulled together over his broad snout and he scowled, “My daughter just barely turned one….”
“And she’s flying up
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