Kel longed to take Maggie away from this. Away from a world where kids were kept in a warehouse like some Amazon package waiting for one day delivery. He longed to soothe the worry he knew was etched into her face. He'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about Maggie. It surprised and shocked him how quickly she'd wormed her way into his heart.He couldn't see her, but he could feel her emotion. Was this what Deke was talking about? That they had a connection? Was she his fairy? She probably had no idea she was a fairy. She had no idea the power that she possessed. Maybe he didn't truly know either. He would have to ask his family when this was all over. What didn't they know about their heritage? He'd known from a young age that he was a gargoyle, but so much had been lost over the years. Kel would have to talk to the Foleys and see what he'd been missing. What didn't he know?That was a talk for another day. Focus on the mission. He slowed his heart rate. "You're not scared,"
Kel watched for a moment as Maggie was able to capture the kids' attention. It left the gargoyles to clean up the goblins. They did that quickly, dropping the bodies far away. Hopefully animals would eat them before anyone saw what they were. When the bodies were gone and the kids were clearly getting restless, Kel approached Maggie, then turned to the crowd. "We're going to call the police, but Mr. Foley will stay here until they arrive. There is nothing to be afraid of. We'll make sure you're taken care of."Maggie wasn't there when he turned back. Neither was Billy Malone. Where had she taken him? She didn't think they could get far in this neighborhood."Deke, I'm going to look for Maggie.""Sure. Did the cops get called?""Yes."He'd called them himself. Donal was on the roof and would let his brother and Deke know when they were about to arrive so they could all fly away. Deke had once hated to use his gargoyle form, but he'd made peace with it since Whitney had come into his li
Herding cats would be easier than trying to get a room of creatives organized.Beth Swanson cringed against the cacophony of the group that was full of ideas, but not as much follow through. That was her job. Her role in this acting troupe was to organize them to raise money to buy this building. Otherwise they would need to find another place to put on plays.She sighed as she raised a hand and her voice over the din. "Can we concentrate?"Several of the people eyed her. Others looked down at the floor recognizing her "nurse" voice. This was why Beth liked Intensive Care Unit for her day job. Most of the patients were quiet. They also usually listened to her because she was the voice of authority. Here, she was just another actor in the group."Go ahead, Beth," someone finally said. "Are you all ready to listen?"There were nods around the room. "You all have great ideas, but we need to hone in on a few really good ones. Otherwise, we will be stretched too thin with manpower and won'
Trent didn't want to oust anyone of the current tenants, but there would be some renovations. This building had the best roof of all of the ones that Trent had done research on. Grotesque could use the roof and the top floor for their business. He would rent out the rest of the floors and leave the theatre how it was. If he had any say in it. His partners might want to use the space for something else. "I don't know and that isn't your problem. Their agreement does not transfer to the new owners."Still. It didn't sit well that the actors would be out once he owned the building. That was a concern for another day. He followed Chad inside which was a hub of activity. People worked on the stage while others clustered in groups among the seats. Chad didn't lead him in there, but instead to an elevator in what was probably the lobby. The redhead Trent had seen outside was standing in said lobby when they entered it. She smiled at Trent, but walked away. She was adorable. Wavy red hair f
"No.""It's how this world works baby."Beth shoved him away then ran down the hall. She was disoriented and couldn't find the stairs. She found herself outside the first room again. She paused, then poked her head around the corner. Pillar candles sat on the floor in a circle. Something odd was drawn on the concrete. That's when she noticed a person in a dark robe who began chanting. She hoped that wasn't the producer. This was too freaky. From the other side of the room two women barely dressed seemed to chant back to him. Beth decided that she would find another way to give her career a boost and ran out of the basement and the house. ***Trent pulled the door down on the truck after a successful night at Grotesque. The bar was packed up in the vehicle and he would drive it to the garage where they kept it. His bones were tired and he wished he'd spent more time convincing his partners that a brick and mortar place might be less work then unpacking and packing up this place once
Beth hadn't mentioned what she'd seen at the party, but it still creeped her out. Enough that when Trent stopped in front of her apartment building, she didn't want him to leave. It was all finally washing over her. What had been going on in that basement?She shuddered then turned to Trent who stared at her expectantly. "This is going to be an odd request.""Okay.""Would you mind coming inside with me? I know it sounds like I'm hitting on you, but it's been a strange evening."He blinked. "You're scared. I could tell that from the first moment I saw you. Do you want to talk about it?""I don't know if I'm ready to."He nodded and found a parking spot. He walked beside her, his gaze darting around the neighborhood. It was all she could afford on her own, no matter how many times her parents wanted to give her money to rent a better place. She was not interested in being dependent on her parents. If it was up to them she would have found a husband by now and be popping out children an
Trent had to admit his hand did feel better. Even with using it to eat the food that Beth had finished making. Now he was just tired. It had been a long night and he wanted to crawl into bed. Instead he was babysitting Beth. She'd fed him and with his tummy full, he really could have used some sleep.He was no stranger to being awake for a full day, but it hadn't been since he'd been in the army that he'd done it the last time. His life was pretty simple these days and it mostly revolved around Grotesque. He sat at her breakfast bar because if he was in a comfortable chair he would fall asleep. She'd left to take a shower so he pulled out his phone. There was more real estate to look at for Grotesque and he still had to convince his partner that this was a good idea. He could float them a loan for the down payment. The money was not the issue. The fact that he wanted to take Grotesque in a different direction than they'd previously been going. A brick and mortar store would be more w
"You got that look as if you are imagining it. It wasn't as good or as bad as you think.""I'm an only."Trent nodded as if he'd already figured that out. "Do you and your sisters get along?""Yes. We do." The look on his face was of a man who loved that fact, but didn't always appreciate it. "You raised them?""In some ways yes."He pressed his lips together and Beth thought the subject was done. Probably okay since he was pulling into her parents' driveway. She tried to look at it from his perspective. It wasn't a huge house, but it was clearly not small. Despite the modest home, her parents had a lot of money. Maybe because of the modest home.Both garage doors were closed and when Beth peeked in, her parents' cars weren't there. Odd for this early on a Sunday. They weren't churchgoers and if they went out for breakfast they would have taken the same car."What's wrong?"Trent stood by his truck, she guessed to give her some space. "Their cars aren't here," she said."Have they g