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Gargoyle

T here it was, a silent whisper against his mind. He’d been locked down in his statue side for years. The Hunters had tried experimenting on him, but his stone was too hard to break.

Gargoyle gingerly reached out. There was a familiarity in the essence he sensed.

A smile broke out in his head, and he caught the tendril of thought again.

‘Hello, sister!’ he murmured. ‘It’s time. Come, free me!’

Ranson

He was smiling as he shut the laptop down showing Simon Clare ranting like a lunatic. Simon had pitched a full-on fit and claimed that Lanie was a monster and had insisted on seeing her body.

McIntyre had given permission, and Simon had returned hysterical.

‘All monsters shifted into their natural form when dead,’ Simon had kept screaming.

The cop with him pointed out that Lanie hadn’t, so she wasn’t a monster. Add into the fact that Fisher had died in the explosion Simon had caused, and the man was not coping. Simon had escalated into a meltdown of hysteria and guilt. Simon idled at wailing he’d murdered innocents and swearing everyone was deceiving him.

Either way, he was heading for maximum security physiatrist lock up and would not likely be released ever.

Ranson left the room he had been given as a guest and headed for Mary’s tower. He wanted to head back to Refuge for a bit. He’d lost a man to this, Fisher, and although Fisher had been buried, some guilt remained.

Ranson had ensured Fisher’s family were heavily compensated. It would not bring him back, but they wouldn’t suffer monetary problems. His boots stomped through the castle, and he entered an archway and banged into a woman.

Brown eyes held his before panic laced them. Ranson felt like he’d been hit with a barge pole.

“Oh, hell!” the girl exclaimed and raced past him.

Ranson stared after her in shock, feeling a warm sensation in his chest.

There was no time to think. Ranson chased after her, intent on hunting down what he believed was his mate!