When a Gargoyle Lives (Gargoyles Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

about that right now,” she said quickly.  “Let’s worry about Amalric first.  Perhaps Amalric could help us with some of the Professor’s puzzles.  I could use all the help I can get.  I’m hardly the smartest cookie in the jar.”
    “You are very smart,” growled Luc.
    “Pfft.”  She knew he was wrong, but she enjoyed hearing it and couldn’t help the flush of pleasure.  “As I was saying, maybe he could help with the puzzles.”
    “I do not know how adept he would be.”
    “Well, maybe you’d be surprised.  I saw Bea teaching him how to use the computer the other day.  He’s already better than she is.  He picks things up quickly.”  Her lips curled up playfully.  “Quicker than you.”
    “Mmmm, youth has its advantages.”  He pulled her back against his body, pressing her against his rapidly swelling manhood.  “Although I believe experience is important, too.”
    “No arguments here.”
    “Perhaps we should retire to our bedroom.”
    Before she could answer, an alarm sounded through the house and grounds.  Luc growled and instinctively shielded Kylie.  After Ophelia attacked Kylie, Bea had some of her friends perform various warning spells and wards around the perimeter of the house.  Her friends readily agreed to help.
    “It’s jangling - that means human.”
    Kylie ran to the electronics room, which used to be a defunct sewing room – although imaging the old professor sewing anything was mind-boggling - and checked the screen.  “It’s just Brenda and, aww, it’s Bob.”
    “Who is this Bob?” demanded Luc, struggling to fit his huge wings through the doorframe.
    “The hairiest man in town.”
    “Pardon?”
    “The police dog, babe.  And Brenda’s the chief of police’s niece.  It looks like she’s taking him for a walk and he got away from her.  She’s just at the gate.  I’ll go say hello and get rid of her before she gets any closer to the house.”
    “Hmmm, I will speak to Amalric.”
    *
    Ric flew towards the house as Luc came striding out.
    “I heard the alarm.”
    Luc nodded.  “Yes, it is just a townsperson, Kylie will deal with them.”
    “But what if it is a ruse?  What if it is Ophelia?”
    “It is not.”
    Ric’s eyes flashed as he curled his hands into fists, eager for some action.  “How can you be so sure?”
    Luc’s gave him a stony stare.  “It is just a girl from the town.  She is a friend of Kylie’s.  Kylie will tell her to leave.”
    Ric huffed and paced.  He knew it would not be Ophelia.  He recalled the female from their past life.  She was strong and callous, but she was not dumb.  She would not use a friend of Kylie’s to lure her out.  She would not risk it.  But Ric wanted something to fight.  Someone to fight.  He almost wished it was Ophelia.  But he regretted that thought as soon as it sprang forth.  As much as Luc’s stubborn leadership rankled, he would not wish to see Kylie harmed.  She was important to the gargoyles, but she was also a kind female.
    “Perhaps you and I should train.”
    Ric's fury ebbed momentarily and he smirked.  “Wish to have your ass handed to you, old man?”
    Luc narrowed his eyes and then chuckled.  “I see that you have taken an interest in the culture of today.”
    He shrugged.  “TV is not so bad.”  He found that he enjoyed the movies of Jason Statham and Dolph Lundgren.
    “Humans do have something to offer.”
    “I never denied that,” said Ric, hotly.
    Unlike many clans, his maintained a harmonious existence with humans.  He would not say that they were as cordial as Luc’s was, but his father, the chief of his clan, was happy to maintain peace.
    Ric picked up an ax.  Gracchus, Luc, and Ric enjoyed training and often the garden turned into a battlefield.  Kylie chastised them to put their ‘toys’ away when they were done, but they were not very adept at cleaning up after themselves.  Annis usually did it for them.
    Luc gave him an almost bored look as