It Isn't Afraid

"It has to be to keep up with you, Rave," the largest gargoyle, the one I guessed was the leader, said.

Rave grunted and walked over to Laeddin, sniffing him. I couldn't help but wonder if his blood smelled as good to her as it did to me. "It stinks, Edge. I think we should kill them." Guess that answered my question.

"Or eat it," the male with sunset orange wings added.

The one the female called Edge shook his head. "We won't kill them or eat them. We will take them to the emperor and let him decide their fate." He made a point of looking at each of them, starting with the orange-winged male. "Scotch?"

"Yes, Liege."

"Skye?" Hers were the wings that reminded me of a cotton ball. They were brilliant white.

"Of course." She bowed, keeping her eyes on the ground.

"Rave?"

She shook her wings, seemingly irritated. "Whatever you say, boss." She spoke like she had a bad taste in her mouth. As though to prove my point, she spat. I watched it land on the ground and disappear into the gravel