Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(33)

My lips twitched. “I’m still not telling you what the wizard told me.”

He grinned, his cheeks flushed from primal exertion. “I didn’t ask.”

“Yes, you did.” I ran my finger over the bridge of his nose, over the adorable freckles there. “I’m catching on to your games.”

He winked before his lips found mine again.



I slipped into his sweatpants in the late hours that night and found the shirt I had been wearing before across the room. I tugged it on over my head, then grabbed my shoes from the floor, not bothering to put them on, watching as Isaac pulled on his own pants, his eyes on me, the same as I was doing to him.

Casually, his brows rose. “Are you going to hide in my room tomorrow?”

My lips twitched, even as I saw my panties on the ground. I grabbed them up and tossed them in my red bag. “If you say they won’t harm me, then I’ll trust you. But if your mom gets me cornered in a room, don’t expect me not to bust through a window to get away from her.”

He scratched his shoulder absently and then dipped to grab his socks on the ground, sitting on his shambolic bed. He crinkled his nose at the socks and tossed them over his shoulder. “That might complicate matters.”

I laughed, grabbing my stomach with it. “It probably would.”

His gaze was lit with amusement. “Just don’t leave my property. Hanna’s spell here keeps everyone safe from attacking magic.”

Holding my shoes in one hand, I ran a hand through my tangled hair, trying to work it out to a semblance of order. “I won’t.” I pointed at my stomach. “I’m hungry. Hurry up.”

“You can go down without me.”

“Yeah…I think I’ll wait for you.”

He rose from the bed, only his dress slacks on, the rest of his body bare to my gaze.

I quickly pivoted and glanced down to the shoes in my hand. I tossed them aside, the shoelace broken and opened his door. His heat warmed my back as we walked down the stairs. I swallowed heavily as we entered the kitchen…Finn and Mandy inside.

Both peered up from the midnight snack they were devouring.

Isaac placed the palm of his hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me into the room further. He asked, “Is that what Mom made for dinner?”

Finn’s gaze raked down my disheveled frame. He snickered quietly before his gaze returned to his brother. “Mom cooked three meals tonight. She was a little stressed.” A pointed stare. “These walls aren’t soundproof, bro.”

My cheeks warmed in humiliation.

“Is she in bed now?” Isaac hummed, keeping me close by his side. He peered into his fridge. “She didn’t go home, did she? It’s not safe out there.”

“I’m right here,” Mrs. Stone murmured from the entrance of the kitchen.

My wide gaze snapped in her direction.

I instantly pressed hard against Isaac’s side.

Momma’s skin…it was silver.

I didn’t think it was because she liked me either.





Isaac didn’t even glance away from the goods inside the refrigerator. “Mom, quit scaring my guest.”

She shoved off the doorway, her skin turning back to her normal lily white. “Our guests don’t tend to scream like that all night long.” She paused, and tapped her lips with a pointed finger. “Well, not in the bedrooms anyway.”

My blush was never going to go away.

Mandy snickered from the table. “Neither does Isaac. Normally.”

Isaac’s gaze snapped back and forth between the two of them. “Cut the shit.” His green gaze halted on his mother. “Please.”

His mother waved us away from the fridge. “Go sit down with your guest. I’ll warm you up some lasagna.” Frosty eyes caught my gaze completely. “You do like lasagna, don’t you, Kennedy?”

With the softest voice, I murmured, “Yes, ma’am.”

She snorted. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I know for a fact you can speak louder than that.”

“Mom. Really, stop.” Isaac sighed and rested his right palm on my back, moving us to the table. “Try to be respectful. She’s frightened enough of you guys.”

Her brows lifted as she watched us take our seats. She huffed quietly and peered into the refrigerator, pulling out a baking dish. “For whatever reason, Caleb said she’s hands off.” Her cold gaze flicked to my blue eyes. “We won’t harm you. But it doesn’t mean I have to like you.”

I blinked and stammered, “Um…thank you.”

Finn snorted hard across from me, lowering his sandwich to his plate. His question was blunt and to the point. “So, Kennedy, how did you manage to get your claws into my brother?”

I glanced to Isaac, and he smiled softly, giving me the reigns on this question. I looked back to his brother, noticing they had the same straight nose. “We met the night of the incident. At the shifter building.”

He blinked. “The night Hanna gave you access.”

“Yes.”

Finn whistled quietly, running his gaze over me again. “Quite the entrée she gave you.”

My eyes narrowed on his. “I was there dropping off a package. I had no clue that was going to happen. I don’t even really like shifters—” I snapped my mouth shut. Wrong house to say that.