“She ... um ... she did not happen to mention where she was headed, did she?”
“At a guess, I’d say the pits of the nearest hell,” Jaelyn muttered.
“Oh.” His brow furrowed. “Do you have directions?”
Jaelyn blinked. Was he serious?
“No, but I’m miserably certain she’ll be tracking me down in the next few days.”
“Truly?”
“Truly.”
He heaved a dramatic sigh, pacing the foyer as he considered her words.
“I suppose I have no choice but to wait with you then. I have been attempting to find her since she left Russia.” His wings fluttered in frustration. “She is annoyingly elusive.”
“You’ve been following her for the past three weeks?”
“Oui.”
“Why?”
“Why?” The gargoyle blinked, seemingly astonished by the question. “Because she kissed me.”
“That’s it?” Jaelyn had a brief memory of Yannah grabbing the tiny gargoyle and kissing him before she’d planted her fist into his face, knocking him across the cave. “She kissed you.”
“What can I say?” He lifted his hands in a helpless motion. “I am French.”
Jaelyn abruptly laughed.
There was something oddly endearing about the small gargoyle.
“Well, you’re certainly tenacious,” she said.
The gray gaze shifted toward the unconscious Sylvermyst draped over her shoulder.
“I could say the same of you.”
Jaelyn’s lips flattened. “Not by choice.”
Levet wagged his heavy brows. “Non?”
Jaelyn frowned. Did the silly creature think that she’d knocked Ariyal unconscious to drag him off like she was some sort of cavewoman?
Not a wholly repulsive thought, a treacherous voice whispered in the back of her mind.
Perhaps if she had him alone in her lair for a few nights she could rid herself of the raw, pulsing awareness that he stirred deep inside her.
Just for an instant the vivid image of Ariyal’s lean body spread across her black satin sheets seared through her mind. Would his eyes shimmer with a pure bronze as she slowly explored him from his head to the tips of his toes? Or perhaps she would tie him to the hand-carved headboard and ride him until they both collapsed in sated exhaustion.
It was the aroused ache of her fangs that recalled Jaelyn to her surroundings and the fact the gargoyle was watching her with a knowing gaze.
Dammit.
What the hell was wrong with her? Sexual need was a weakness that was brutally beaten out of Hunters.
Or at least that’s what she’d always believed.