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“Thank you,” I choked, my emotions getting the better of me and almost locking my throat. It was the most encouraging conversation I’d had since the whole gargoyle issue started. Now I could see why Valor loved his brother so much. Dare was a supremely nice guy. I couldn’t help but feel guilty about what I’d said to Mim while we were working on our costumes—the way I’d implied he wasn’t good looking. “I…didn’t mean those things I said about you. At Mim’s place.”
Dare pretended to be shocked. “What things? Are you suggesting that I might have been listening to your conversation with your friend?”
I was probably blushing as I sent him a wry smile.
“Don’t worry about my ego,” he said quietly although I sensed a deep doubt in him that had nothing to do with my comments to Mim. “In the meantime,” he suggested, “if I were you, I wouldn’t tell anyone you’re a witch. It can be dangerous.”
“I won’t tell anyone I’m a witch, because I’m not,” I snorted. “But even if I was, it’s not like I’m gonna be burned at the stake in this day and age. In your time, people believed in witches. Nowadays it’s different. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. Even if I performed a miracle, nobody would believe I’d had anything to do with it. They’d find some sort of scientific explanation for it.”
“Believe me,” he said as he opened his door and stepped out of the car. “Even in this day and age, it’s probably best if nobody knows about witches and their powers.”
I sat there a moment before I pulled the keys from the ignition and slid from the seat down onto the floor of the garage.
“Are you coming?” he asked, waiting for me by the door to the house.
“Go ahead,” I told him, forgetting that he was supposed to be guarding me. “I think I’ll take a walk.”
I didn’t feel like facing Valor and the rest of the gargoyles. I didn’t feel like smiling and pretending that everything was cool. Valor thought I was a witch and he’d decided eight hundred years ago that he didn’t like witches. That’s a long time. Despite Dare’s optimism, I didn’t think I was gonna change his mind any time soon.
I headed down the driveway then picked up the pace once I reached the road.
The gargoyles thought I was a witch and experience told them that being a witch wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Dare thought I should be cautious. At first I’d scoffed at the idea of danger but now that I gave it more thought…
I wasn’t concerned that a lynch mob would turn out to storm my castle, carry me off and hang me from the nearest tree. But I’d seen enough conspiracy movies to make me question my situation in general. If it could be proven that certain redheads had certain powers, somebody would want to study the phenomenon. The government. The universities. The drug companies. Or maybe even someone else’s government.
That realization led me to the next one. Valor had said he was indestructible in his stone form. That fact alone—let alone his wings—would make him prime studying material. The gargoyles were absolutely right to hide the fact of their existence. And I needed to be damn careful to keep that fact to myself.
A stiff breeze swirled out of the trees and whipped my hair around my face. I pulled up my hood and noticed Valor standing on the road ahead. It looked like he’d cut through the woods to intercept me. I’d forgotten I wasn’t allowed to be on my own. But I’d promised Valor I was gonna be mad at him for the rest of the day so I buried my hands in my pockets and passed him without saying anything.
He turned and joined me, his shoulders braced against the wind. “I didn’t mean to suggest there was anything wrong with Victor when we were in the garage,” he started in a growl that didn’t quite sound like an apology. “I’d trust him with your life.”
“That’s reassuring,” I muttered with more than a trace of cynicism.
“I just wouldn’t trust him with the rest of you.”
Relieved at the break in the tension, I snickered.
“It’s just that Victor goes through quite a few girls in a short amount of time. He’s…how do you say it? A player.”
“And you’re not?” I asked as I slanted my gaze up at him.
“No,” he murmured. His intense blue gaze touched my face and traveled to my mouth where it rested a long moment before returning to my eyes. “Not where you’re concerned.”
My heart did a weird fluttering thing and I felt like I was melting from the inside out.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been sending you mixed signals,” he said quietly.
“That’s…okay,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
“I just didn’t want to feel this way about you,” he murmured, which kinda confirmed what Dare had suggested in the car.
I held my breath and waited for his next words.
“But I don’t think I can fight it anymore.” He blew out a rough sigh. “I’m not sure why I started fighting in the first place.”
“Dare told me about the witch who betrayed him,” I said softly. “I’m not a witch, Valor.”
He rolled his shoulders like it didn’t matter but it was hard to miss the flicker of regret in his eyes. “All redheads are witches,” he said in a low voice.
“Well, I don’t have any powers,” I pointed out. “So that makes me not-a-witch.”
“When you were trapped beneath that red box, I was able to wake up without the sun’s help,” he argued quietly. “You must have spelled me out of my stone form—maybe without even realizing it—because you needed help.”
“It must have been something else,” I countered right away. “Or maybe you were mistaken. Maybe the sun did reach you.”
“I wasn’t mistaken,” he said seriously. He stopped in the road and I had to tilt my head back to look up at his face, my hood falling down onto my shoulders. His gaze lingered on my hair, and there was a small crease between his dark brows. “I’m pretty sure it was you. I’m just not certain how you did it without any wood in your hand.”
“What does wood have to do with anything?” I exclaimed.
“Ultimately, witches derive their power from the wood in trees. That’s why Reason was so surprised that you hadn’t done anything to stop your neighbor. A witch has an obligation to watch out for the source of her power.”
“I hate what my neighbor’s doing,” I muttered, forgetting that I was supposed to be convincing him I wasn’t a witch.
“I’m not surprised,” he answered with a quiet smile.
“But I’m not a witch.” I shoved my hands deeper in my pockets and started walking again. I wasn’t a witch and I didn’t want to be one. So, I didn’t tell Valor that I was holding a hammer with a wooden handle when I’d prayed for help in the garage. The handle was painted red so you couldn’t tell it was wood.
The wind tossed Valor’s dark hair around his face as we scuffed down the road and he flicked it out of his eyes. “It doesn’t matter if you are,” he said as solemn as a vow.
We made the rest of the trip back home in silence. As we climbed the long driveway up to the house, Valor opened his mouth several times as if he had something to important to tell me but was having trouble getting the words out. Finally, he said, “The other day, you asked me what it was like back in my time.”
“And I wanted to tell you the girls are prettier now,” he confessed with a lopsided smile.
I was pretty charmed by what appeared to be an indirect compliment although it was hard to believe the girls weren’t prettier back in the day since the guys were definitely better looking—at least the gargoyles were. ‘Course, I wasn’t sure how many girls he’d seen since he’d landed in my century. “How many girls have you seen, so far?”
“Just one,” he murmured, and stopped me with his hand wrapped around mine.
His gaze locked on my face and the husky tone of his voice sent a thrill of warmth through my nerve endings, making my knees weak. I realized I needed to find a safer topic of conversation before I fell flat on my face but I just stood there, trapped in the intensity of his gaze, powerless to move.
Reaching for my face, he tucked a thick curl of my hair behind my ear. “I wouldn’t let anyone harm you, MacKenzie. I hope you know that.”
Speechless, I nodded up at him.
“After all,” he continued like he was reasoning out his position. “It’s my fault that you’re in this situation. I put you in jeopardy when I revealed I was a gargoyle. So, I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”
It took a little reading between the lines but I understood what he was trying to say. Although Reason wouldn’t want me to know it, none of the gargoyles would resort to violence against me. On the other hand, they weren’t willing to let me out of their sight, either.
“I know,” I admitted seriously as I searched his eyes. “And I understand why you guys need to be careful. But I have to go to school tomorrow. If I don’t turn up, the administration will start asking questions.”
He pulled a hand back through his hair and nodded.
“And I’m going to the Pearl Street Mall on Halloween night,” I told him with a determined smile. “I’ve been planning it with my friends for ages.”
He didn’t seem too happy about that little announcement.
“But there’s no reason you guys can’t come along,” I added swiftly.
He seemed to consider this possibility for a few moments as we walked to the front door. “I need to talk to the others,” he said as he pulled me behind him and I enjoyed his warm grip on my hand. “We need to have a pack meeting.”
As soon as we walked through the front door, Valor took his knife from his sheath. He leaned into the living room, where the rest of his family was sprawled around the television, and lifted his blade up to the level of his eyes. Then he turned into the dining room and tossed it on the table. One by one, his brothers and cousins joined him, placing their knives in the middle of the table.
Thanks to all the historical fiction I’ve read, the whole throwing-down-the-knife business didn’t seem all that weird to me. I knew when the ancient clans got together, it was customary for them to lay down their weapons before talks began. I figured the gargoyles were just following custom. Since they were having a meeting, tradition required them to lay down their arms before they got started.
“What is this about?” Victor asked when the six gargoyles were seated around the table.
Reason snorted. “I’m guessing it’s about the girl.”
Valor lifted a hand and motioned me to join them. “We need to talk about MacKenzie,” he admitted. “As well as other matters.”
I pulled a chair up next to Valor at the end of the table and sat with my hands pressed between my knees.
Valor’s elbows rested on the table with his fingers laced loosely together in front of his face. “Chaos, Courage and Force are still in England. MacKenzie’s stepfather hasn’t sent them yet. We have no choice but to stay here and wait for them. Unfortunately, our presence here creates problems for our hostess.”
I opened my mouth to argue this point. I wanted to say that the gargoyles really weren’t too much trouble but Valor sent me a quelling look.
“Normally, we wouldn’t allow a human who knew about us out of our sight,” he said.
“Not until we could leave,” Defiance confirmed.
“That’s just common sense,” Reason drawled.
Valor continued determinedly. “Unless we knew the human and trusted them.”
Everyone looked at me as I buried my teeth in my bottom lip, feeling totally self-conscious.
“This is a problem for MacKenzie,” Valor pointed out. “Since she’s expected to attend school tomorrow.”
Victor leaned forward in his chair and flicked his gaze at me. “Could one of us go to her school with her?”
“It might be possible for one or two of you to shadow me,” I offered tentatively. “I could say you were relatives from England.”
“Not relatives,” Valor cut in quickly. Evidently, he didn’t like the idea of being related to me. I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t want him to be a relative either.
“I’d like to suggest that we put our confidence in MacKenzie,” Valor suggested. “The world is a much more complicated place than it was in our time. Our coins aren’t the accepted form of money anymore. Instead a plastic card is required.”
“I can get cash for you, too,” I pointed out, trying to be helpful. “I can get you paper money. A card isn’t absolutely necessary.”
Valor gazed at me, a soft smile lighting the back of his eyes. “MacKenzie’s offer just confirms the fact that we need an ally. We can’t go it alone in the twenty-first century. Even after the rest of the pack gets here, we’re going to need somebody’s help. Since MacKenzie already knows about us, it might as well be her. I vote that we give her our complete trust.”
At those words, Defiance leaned forward in his seat as his eyes widened with surprise. “What are you suggesting?”
“I’m proposing we invite MacKenzie to join the pack,” Valor said.
Valor’s announcement took me by surprise. It was way more than I expected. I’d have been happy just to upgrade my status from hostage to trusted friend.
I was gobsmacked and I wasn’t the only one. A harsh laugh broke from Reason’s chest, although he didn’t sound the least bit amused. And Defiance was so stunned his mouth hung open for like two seconds.
“You’re asking a lot,” Defiance muttered after he’d recovered from the initial shock. “We’ve only just arrived and we don’t know MacKenzie well enough to make that kind of decision.”
“I know what I’m asking,” Valor admitted. “But MacKenzie has looked out for us since we landed in her garage and invaded her home. We all know she’s a good person.”
“There’s a difference between good and trustworthy,” Defiance argued, his gray eyes fierce with emotion. “There’s a difference between kindness and wisdom.”
“I’m hoping my opinion will carry a lot of weight,” Valor conceded. “I’ve been here longer than you have and I feel confident we can rely on MacKenzie to keep our secret.”
“But not all of you who’ve been here longer than I have are convinced she can be trusted,” Defiance pointed out as his gaze slid toward Reason.
Reason lifted two fingers from the table, arrogantly acknowledging that Defiance was talking about him.
“I’m convinced,” Havoc offered seriously.
I sent Havoc a small, cautious smile and tried to look like a quiet, reasonable, trustworthy person. I’m not normally much of a joiner. I don’t quite fit in with most people my age. But this was something I wanted to be a part of. I wanted to belong to this beautiful wild, extraordinary family.
But Reason argued it was too soon to admit me into the pack. Unfortunately, Defiance seemed to agree with him. I sneaked a look at Victor who tapped his fingers on the table and listened without commenting.
“Then there’s the matter of her hair,” Reason continued. “She’s very red. She might have bewitched you into trusting her, Valor.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I snapped, forgetting to look quiet and reasonable. “Even if I was a witch—which I’m not—I wouldn’t begin to know how to bewitch someone.”
Reason ignored me and talked directly to Valor. “She might have done it without realizing it, if she wanted you to like her.”
I leaned forward and put myself in Reason’s line of sight to get his attention. “And why would I want to do that?”
“Human females generally think we’re attractive,” he said, his eyes mocking me.
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “Don’t flatter yourself, gargoyle. You’re not that irresistible.”
Reason’s eyes flashed. “Maybe I’m not, human. But what about Valor?”
I set my mouth in a mulish expression. I couldn’t answer that one without incriminating myself. Remembering my grandfather’s advice that a good offense is the always the best defense, I went on the attack. “If I were a witch, Reason, you’d be the first to know it.”
He laughed with irritating insolence. “I know what you’re suggesting, Mac. But perhaps I should let you know that a good witch can do no evil.”
I narrowed my gaze on him. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Witches are either good or bad,” Reason explained. “A good witch can cast no harmful spells. So you couldn’t cast a spell that would hurt me or anyone else…just in case you were contemplating something dark and painful.”
“You must have read my mind,” I snarked without removing my gaze from his face.
Valor interrupted in a growl. “My brothers and I have more reason to distrust the red than you,” he argued. “If we’re comfortable putting our trust in MacKenzie, then it should mean something to the rest of you.”
“Valor’s right,” Dare volunteered firmly.
“Agreed,” Havoc spoke up in a strong tone.
Victor shifted in his chair and everyone’s eyes turned toward him. “It’s time to vote,” he said.
Each of the gargoyles took a coin from his pouch or pocket that was similar to the one I’d sold online. One side had a cross stamped into its center. The other side was embossed with what appeared to be a cart.
Valor placed his silver coin on the table. “I vote to admit MacKenzie into the pack.”
I studied the coin lying in front of Valor with the cross facing upward. I assumed that if the gargoyles put their coins on the table with the cross showing, it meant they agreed with Valor. If they placed the coin with the cart facing up, it was a vote against me.
Havoc voted next and he sided with Valor.
I was winning. Sorta.
Reason voted after that, slapping his coin down with the cart facing upward. It was the first vote against me. It was Defiance’s turn to vote next and he announced that he was undecided. I thought that meant he would forfeit his vote but I was wrong. When one of the pack is undecided, they leave the decision to chance. Defiance flipped the coin and it landed on the table with a dull ring. I stared down at the coin’s cart and fleur-de-lis. It was another vote against me.
The vote was tied as I turned my gaze on Dare. I was pretty sure he’d vote for me and he did. Only Victor was left. If he voted against me, it would be a tie. I didn’t know for sure but I guessed that meant the decision would go against me. Victor took his time, turning the coin between his fingers. The tension stretched thin as I waited for Victor to cast his vote. My future rested in his hands. My stomach turned like the coin between his fingers.
Victor looked at me for a long moment then placed his coin on the table. When he moved his hand, I saw the cross stamped into the silver coin. “I’ll go with your judgment,” he said as he pinned Valor with a sharp look.
I glanced around the table at the rest of the gargoyles and most of them seemed satisfied with the decision. Even Defiance was smiling. I let out a deep sigh of relief but it was short-lived.
“Just a minute,” Reason spoke up. “What about Chaos, Force and Trust?”
“What about them?” Valor asked cautiously.
“Their votes need to be counted,” Reason insisted.
Valor sent a troubled look toward Victor.
The golden gargoyle sighed and said, “My brother’s right. Their votes need to be counted.” He transferred his gaze to me and explained. “Since they’re not here, their votes will be left to chance.”
“I’ll flip for Chaos,” Reason offered without wasting any time. “Since he’s my brother.”
“He’s my brother, too,” Victor countered. The look on his face suggested he wasn’t too happy with Reason for questioning the vote. “I’m the oldest, so I claim the right to toss the coin for him. Defiance can flip for his brothers, Trust and Force.”
With three more votes to be counted, there was no possibility of a tie. At the end of all the coin tossing, I would either be in…or out. I couldn’t help but feel resentful toward Reason. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to earn his unrelenting scorn.
The first two coins landed with their crosses facing downward which meant the vote was tied up again. I tried to tell myself that the odds were against the third coin landing cross-down but I felt like things were going against me and I was so discouraged I couldn’t watch the last coin fall. Instead, I fixed my gaze on Valor’s face while the silver disk spun in the air and landed with a clank on the tabletop.
Valor leaned forward to see the coin.
When I saw him smile, I let out a second sigh of relief. Valor’s hand slid across my knee beneath the table and squeezed my fingers, sending hot flashes of emotion up my legs into my heart. I looked around the table again and was surprised to find that most of the gargoyles actually looked relieved. Only Reason stared at the ceiling like he was bored with the whole situation.
Victor grinned as he turned his gaze on me. “Welcome to the pack, m’dear.”
I was so thrilled I could hardly speak. “Thank you,” I said. “I won’t let you down.” It probably sounded lame but what’s a sixteen-year-old supposed to do when she’s admitted into the gargoyle pack? It felt like the most special thing that had ever happened to me.
With my acceptance into the pack sorted out, Victor and Defiance changed into some old jeans and we all piled into the car so we could drive to the city to shop for clothes. I only had seatbelts for five passengers so Havoc and Defiance sat behind the seats in the back with instructions to duck down if we spotted any police cars.
We went to the Cherry Creek mall in downtown Denver and picked up T-shirts first. Havoc chose bright colors while the others stuck with black and dark gray. We managed to find belts for everyone although I could tell that all the guys envied Valor’s white emo belt. We stocked up on jeans then looked at jackets and coats, most of the guys selecting either black or brown leather. I suppose the animal skins felt familiar to them.
Only Dare couldn’t find a coat he liked. He wanted something longer so we stopped by a thrift store on the way home where he picked out a vintage, black trench coat. With the collar turned up, I had to admit he looked cute. Tall, dark and vigilante-angel cute.
After we picked up some fast food at a drive-thru restaurant, we headed back toward the foothills and home.
“Thanks for all the help, today,” Victor said after the gargoyles had finished their hamburgers and were comfortably sprawled across the living room. “Is there something we can do for you in return, m’dear?”
I decided Victor’s offer was my chance to test the gargoyles. They’d said I was part of the pack but I wanted to find out if they actually trusted me enough to leave me on my own. “I’d like to watch you guys fly if you think it would be safe. It’ll be dark soon and I don’t think anyone would see you if you flew out over the park next door.”
They seemed happy to grant my wish. We waited until dusk then hiked over to the park. Just inside the park’s boundary, there’s a huge granite outcrop with a drop-off of like a hundred feet and that’s where the pack took off from. Each gargoyle strode out to the edge of the cliff, opened his wings and glided away to the southwest, high above the trees. They were beautiful in flight. For several moments I forgot my ulterior motive and just enjoyed watching their graceful forms hanging in the air.
But I wasn’t alone. Dare had stayed behind to hold their jackets and T-shirts. And to “protect” me. I’d tried to convince them Hooligan was more than enough dog to handle my security needs but the gargoyles weren’t having it. They insisted one of them had to remain behind with me. I was pretty sure it had more to do with their lack of trust in me than anything else, but I felt sorry for Dare anyhow. I could see the longing in his eyes as he watched his pack circle away above the park.
“Maybe you can take off after they come back,” I suggested as we watched the sky darken.
Dare shifted the awkward pile in his arms. “That would be nice,” he murmured. “Only, I can’t fly.”
I stared at Dare as all the breath went out of my lungs and my heart beat brutally against my rib cage. He’d told me earlier that he used to dive from the sky at great speed, for fun. I knew there had to be something terribly wrong if he couldn’t fly anymore. “What do you mean?”
But before he could answer, Hooligan moved close to my side and growled into the shadows behind us.
“What is it, boy?” Dare asked. He glanced over his shoulder into the dark forest that separated us from the house. The gargoyle’s expression was troubled as he peered down the trail and murmured, “Hooligan’s senses are better than mine.”
“He’s probably just sensing a fox,” I murmured though Hooligan wasn’t one to bark at shadows or even foxes.
“I don’t think so,” Dare answered quietly. His long coat swept the ground, the forest floor covered with a quiet carpet of brown pine needles. “Let’s go back to the house.”
I glanced up at the skies as we headed through the trees toward the house. I hoped the rest of the guys would return soon. I wasn’t exactly afraid but I knew I’d feel safer with the pack there. Safety in numbers and all that. As I checked overhead again, I realized the growling had gotten louder. I lowered my gaze back to earth and discovered my dog watching the house in the distance. A rumbling snarl vibrated in his chest as he padded forward.
But Hooligan wasn’t the only one growling. Dare was making the same noise.
“What’s wrong?” I asked in a low voice, getting more concerned as we drew closer to home.
“Quiet,” he warned as I followed his gaze down the trail. A dark form slinked through the shadows close to the house. Dare dropped his armful of clothing while I felt my pulse thicken in my veins.
A sudden swooping sound hovered overhead, like huge birds beating their wings against the air. I looked upward and saw the sky filled with black leather sails. Reason landed in front of me, caught me and tucked me behind him. Victor did the same, passing me back to Defiance, who passed me another step backward to Valor. Valor put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his body while Dare stepped forward and Havoc landed beside him.
“What is it?” I whispered.
Valor shook his head. “Something bad.”
I held my breath, expecting a grizzly bear or mountain lion to loom out of the darkness. Although I’d never seen anything more impressive on our property than a young black bear—and that had been ten years ago when I was a girl—several people had reported mountain lions near our neighborhood. The big, golden cats are considered more dangerous than bears and more likely to attack humans.
The gargoyle pack stood in front of me, their wings folded into vests, their bodies held taut, as if prepared for battle. A flash of light caught my eye as the moonlight glinted on metal and I could see Dare had his knife gripped in his fist. My gaze traveled immediately to Defiance’s hands. He wasn’t holding a knife. Instead, it looked like he had slipped on a pair of brass knuckles tipped with wickedly sharp spikes. When I checked out the rest of the gargoyles, their hands were the same. Except for Dare, they all wore the strange weapons on their knuckles.
A dark shape separated from the trees closest to the house and stepped onto the patio deck. I almost screamed when I recognized my neighbor’s face. Not that he’s horribly disfigured or anything like that. The guy’s a perfectly normal-looking man in his mid-thirties. But his gaze is restless and cold and I’ve always avoided him. There’s just something about him that makes me uneasy. I didn’t know why he was creeping around my house at night but I doubted he was up to any good.
Victor reached the house in a few long strides. He stepped onto the patio deck, followed by Defiance and Reason. It took both Havoc and Dare to hold onto Hooligan who was throwing himself at the house and howling like he’d lost his mind.
I expected Victor to politely ask the tree-slayer if he’d lost his way. He’s so dignified with his m’dears and all. But the golden gargoyle cut right to the chase. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.
It was clear that Blocker hadn’t expected to run into a huge barking dog and six young men, any one of which looked like they could flatten him with a bare-knuckle punch. “Who are you guys?” he snarled. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re MacKenzie’s friends,” Victor answered in a voice that was menacingly soft.
“Friends,” he sneered, making my skin crawl. “Why should I believe you? I’d like to check with the girl and make sure you’re supposed to be here. Make sure you don’t mean to harm my young neighbor.”
I opened my mouth, ready to speak up for my friends in no uncertain terms but Valor turned away from the scene and pulled me against his chest. I had to peek around his shoulder to see what was going on.
Victor put his face very close to the neighbor’s. “We’re supposed to be here. You’re not. Piss off.”
The neighbor’s tone turned ugly. “We’ll see about that when I tell the girl’s mother that she’s got six guys spending the night with her.”
A tremor of rage vibrated through Valor as he looked over his shoulder at the deck. With one hand, he held my head against his chest. His other hand was knotted into a fist at his side. As I watched, the thick skin on his knuckles peeled back to reveal spikes about an inch in length.
I stared, transfixed.
Those weapons I’d seen on the gargoyle’s hands weren’t brass knuckles at all. They were some sort of barbs that slid from beneath their knuckles like a cat’s claws.
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