Chapter 4

Where anyone might walk in on him.

Except, obviously, for the person on which he waited.

As though reading his mind there was a resounding knock on the door. Io practically jumped across the room to answer, yanking the door open. He grabbed the person outside, there was a startled yelp, and dragged them inside, shutting them in. Perhaps his eagerness had been a touch too much as his guest spiraled into his bed, landing heavily.

“What gives?” Daisy asked, sitting there with her knees pressed together, her legs askew.

With one finger she pushed her glasses back up her nose. Definitely something she wore for effect because all gargoyles had perfect vision, unless of course they’d been maimed or such in a battle. The pink sparkly frames matched perfectly with her ankle length peasant skirt and buttoned up blouse. Not for the first time Io wondered if she ever cut loose and had fun, just once let down her long brown hair instead of shoving and twisting it into a bun.