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also generally restless.  But in those instances, he generally sought Kylie out and exhausted himself in a very enjoyable way.  While Kylie knew Luc understood what he was going through, he would not tolerate the male’s angry outbursts.
    The other gargoyles were much less agitated.  Gracchus was able to amuse himself with the TV, radio and Gustave, who was interested in his many stories.  Annis kept herself busy in caring for Dragoslava, or washing and making new clothes for the gargoyles.  Their body shapes were a tailor’s nightmare.
    But, Amalric was unhappy.
    They had to be careful they did not hunt too often in case anyone worried about the lack of wildlife, or they were spotted.  Plus, they had to be careful about flying too often as the townspeople were already reporting sightings of giant bats.  However, Amalric was not interested in any of these excuses.  He just wished to do as he pleased.
    Their argument was disturbed by the wall-shaking roars of Dragoslava.
    “I will take him some food,” said Kylie.
    Luc clasped her arm.  “No, Annis will see to him.”  He nodded at the female, and she ran into the house.
    Amalric huffed at them and left.  Luc was tense, his muscles straining in his anger.  Kylie rubbed his chest, soothing him.
    Gracchus shook his head.  “He is just restless and young.  If he were ten years older, it would be different.  Do you remember how you were at his age?”
    Luc chuckled.  “Much worse.”
    “He is just maturing into a warrior and there is no war for him to fight.”
    “Given time, there may be,” muttered Luc, darkly.
    Gracchus gave them a toothy grin.  “I would not say that to him.  We would not want to get the boy’s hopes up.”
    “He needs something to occupy his time.”
    “I thought you were already training with him.”
    “Yes,” said Kylie.  “Nearly taking ten years off my life in the process.”
    Gracchus knit his brow together.  “You mean aging backward?”
    Luc ran a talon over Kylie’s cheek.  “No, I believe she means that seeing me sparring scares her.”
    She smiled.  “Terrifies more like.”
    “There is nothing to fear, I am skilled.”
    “And egotistical.”
    “As all leaders should be,” said Gracchus.
    Kylie pouted.  “Kiss ass.”
    The older male laughed.  “You may be right about Amalric.  If he had a purpose, he might be more settled.  That said if he had a mate, the same would be true.  It is the reason so many gargoyles mate young.”
    Luc grimaced.  “I am afraid that is not an option.”
    “Yeah, we can hardly stick his profile up on love connections dot com,” teased Kylie.
    Gracchus grunted.  “I am sure a solution will present itself.  As for me, I am missing a rerun of Simon & Simon.  Chief.  Kylie.”
    The male ambled into the house.
    “He’s surprisingly zen about everything,” commented Kylie.
    “Zen?”
    She shrugged.  “Calm, then.  Confident that the universe will work out a solution.”
    “Gracchus is a good gargoyle.  From what I know of him, he has been through a lot and has had to come to terms with loss before.  He is more able to accept what has happened to him. But as to Almaric, I believe Gracchus expects me to present the solution.”
    “What can I do to help?”
    “Your presence alone helps.”
    He leaned down and she stood on her tippy-toes, pressing a kiss to his mouth.  Dragoslava roared again.  Luc broke the kiss but held her close.
    “I am not sure how long we can contain Dragoslava.  He is more beast than man, perhaps too wild to be here.”
    “Annis thinks he is getting better.”
    “I am not sure he will ever be well enough.”
    Kylie stiffened.  “You mean…”
    Luc exhaled.  “If he were free, he may hurt anyone who came into his path, including you and that is unacceptable to me.”
    She pulled away and with some reluctance he let her.  “What would the alternative be?” she asked coldly.
    He gave her a look of pity.
    “Let’s not think