18 Chapter 18: No Flying

“Just… not my thing.”

Donal snorted. “We’re gargoyles, dude. It’s almost as good as sex to let your wings loose and fly.”

“It’s only ever gotten me in trouble.”

“I’m sure if I bought you a drink sometime, you’d tell me the story,” Donal said.

“Might need more than one drink to tell that one.”

“I’m betting it involved a woman.”

“You’d win that bet.” Deke paced in the kitchen, knowing time wasn’t on their side. They also didn’t know who the enemy was. If they did, he’d know for sure where to look for Whitney. Damn her for being so headstrong. It might have gotten her killed. She needed a man to protect her.

Oh, no. He’d never wanted to protect anyone before in his life. This was bad. Maybe he should step out of this situation while he still could.

“Wait,” Donal said. “Tex is going to send you an article from Whitney’s newspaper.”

“What about?”

“You’ll see.”

“Do I need to read it now? We need to find Whitney.”