When A Gargoyle Flies (Gargoyles Book 3) by E A Price Read Free Book Online

trying to see which of her outfits suited her best.  Not that she had many.  Her wardrobe was very meager, consisting of a couple of modified dresses and some tops and skirts she had made from some old curtains.  Her kind was not well suited to clothes and tended to wear scraps of fabric and loincloths.  Gargoyles were not supposed to care about clothes.  Which is why Drago’s old clan shunned them completely.  It was probably one of the reasons his clan was considered undefeatable in battle – that kind of thing was probably distracting.
    But, she spent far too much of her time lamenting how little she had and wondering what Chris would think of each of her outfits.  Would Chris find her body too soft and too weak for his liking, like so many gargoyles before him?
    Movement flickered at the edge of her vision, and she spied Wolfe trying to reach for a knife.
    “No, don’t!” she cried and jogged the pan in her desperation to stop Wolfe from hurting himself.
    The pan, filled with spaghetti and boiling water toppled and fell down her leg.  She screeched at the sudden, searing pain, and Wolfe promptly burst into tears.
    “No, youngling, don’t cry,” she whimpered.
    Annis tried to move to him, slipping in the water and crashing right into a pair of strong arms.  Her hands clamped onto a pair of wide shoulders, and her tail wrapped itself around a firm leg for balance.  She inhaled a beautiful, vanilla scent.
    “Easy, I’ve got you,” Chris reassured her, his velvety voice immediately calming and thrilling her.
    She looked up into his dark, worried eyes and time seemed to freeze.  It was like the moments before she had been frozen nearly a thousand years ago.  Everything seemed to stop for just a few seconds before the change overtook her.  Maybe she wouldn’t mind being frozen in Chris’ arms.
    No, he wouldn’t want that.
    “Wolfe,” she burbled, looking away from his face.  If she had to look at his soft lips and concerned expression for a moment longer, she really would do something silly.
    Chris gently pushed her into a chair and turned to look at the baby, just as his parents burst into the room, followed by Luc and Kylie.
    Ingrede grabbed Wolfe as Cai growled, “What happened?”
    He’d managed to find an ax and was brandishing it wildly.  Chris, to his credit, only raised an eyebrow at the fearsome gargoyle.
    “Nothing,” Annis said quickly.  “I spilled some hot water.  Wolfe is fine, he was not hurt.”
    “Were you hurt?” asked Kylie, pushing past her mate who had held her back in case of danger.
    “No,” she blurted just as Chris said, “Yes.”
    He frowned at her disapprovingly, and she stared down at her leg.  Her skin felt scalding hot and was turning two shades darker than her normal color.
    “First aid kit?” Chris asked Kylie.
    “That is not necessary,” muttered Annis.
    They both ignored her.  Kylie retrieved it, and Chris busied himself at the sink, filling a bowl with cool water.  Cai and Ingrede drifted away, their attention taken by Wolfe.
    Annis stared at the mound of spaghetti on the floor.  “I ruined the dinner,” she stated glumly.  “I am sorry, Chief.  Please, I beg forgiveness.”
    Kylie waved a hand.  “Nonsense, it was an accident.  As long as you’re not hurt, that’s all we care about.”  She elbowed Luc, and he agreed.
    “I am well, thank you,” she said, trying to rise, grimacing at the pain in her leg.
    “Sit back down,” snapped Chris, moving to kneel in front of her.  “I swear you’re worse than Brenda.”
    Luc growled lowly, and that earned him another elbow to his stomach.  Gargoyles didn’t like it when humans snapped at any of their kind.  Although, they had no problem with gargoyles snapping at other gargoyles.
    If Chris noticed Luc’s annoyance, he did not show it.  He placed the bowl on the ground and used a cloth to dribble the water over her leg, making her flinch.  After a few moments, she sat back and