Chapter 20: Rescue

He was crushing the young gargoyle's neck with a look of such unholy fury, she feared he might kill all the gargoyles present. Thailog obviously had come to the same conclusion, because he didn't try to interfere.

"Sabrina, get behind me." Mark's voice sounded different as well, harsher, as if he struggled to get it past his throat.

"He's just a boy." When they'd come for her in the cellar, she'd only seen two large male gargoyles. Now she noticed the features of the gargoyle who'd pushed her were those of a very young man, almost a boy.

"Hey, lady, I'm a man and not scared of this half pint."

In spite of his words, the young gargoyle's voice shook. How he managed to speak with Mark choking him, she had no idea. Men.

Thailog shook his head, as if resigned to what was coming.

Sabrina staggered over to Mark, put her hands over his, and tried to pry them open. The young gargoyle's face was turning red. "Please, Mark, don't kill him."