“Nice try. Back to the Gargoyle. Do you truly believe you can trust him?”
Fallon was resting her head on the back of the chair, her eyes closed in tiredness. “I believe we can. Strange to think of gargoyles as allies, but he truly does love her, and the other side wants her dead. As long as that’s the case, he’ll fight like hell for us.”
“Any male fights like hell for his mate.”
“Oh? And what would you know about that?”
“Fallon, who are you talking to?”
Aislynn’s voice cut through the air, startling Fallon so she jerked upright in her seat. “Ais, I didn’t hear you come in.” Fallon rose, bending her neck to the side in a deep stretch. “Habit of talking to myself, as usual. Just trying to come down from the last few weeks. What do you need?”
Aislynn shifted, motioning behind her with her thumb. “Wulver has called us. No rest for the wicked and all that.”
“What’s up?”
“Tec is giving a complete list of missing items with Laire providing commentary on how much chaos and destruction each can cause. We need to strategize about Merc and the spellbook, and it seems as though the Master of Monsters will be returning.”
“Great, I can’t wait to see Wulver start humping the furniture again. Something to look forward to. Anything else?”
Aislynn pretended to think for a moment, pressing forefinger against her chin. “Don’t expect to use your vacation benefits anytime soon?”
“Figures.” Fallon made an after you gesture with her hand, and the two females left the room.
“What do I know of mates? Wouldn’t you like to know…”
The End