Gregor (Stone Society Book 2) by Faith Gibson Page A

“You’re not giving me anything. There’s so much I
need to know, but for now, tell me the truth about the bonding. Humans and
Gargoyles, are they successfully having children? With no complications? 
Please, Tamian, my King just found his mate, and she’s a human. I would love to
give them some good news.”
    Tamian
sighed. “That much I will tell you; yes, it’s possible.” He scrubbed his hand
down his face. “Man, Andi’s gonna kick my ass eight ways to Sunday. I think
I’ll stay in lock-up a while.”
    Gregor
laughed. “She’s a handful, I’ll give you that. But why… never mind. I will just
have to convince her she wants me.”
    Tamian
laughed, “Yeah, good luck with that.”
    “Back
to Vincent, tell me everything he’s said. Motherfucker, I knew he could talk.”
    Both
men sat back down, and Gregor took notes of everything the albino had said so
far. After they were finished, Gregor escorted Tamian back to his cell then looked
in on Vincent. The shifter was on the floor doing push-ups. Gregor counted to a
thousand and shook his head. After the day he’d had, Gregor was ready for a
drink. Or ten. First he had to call Rafael and give him and his Queen the good
news.
     

    Greta’s
green eyes were staring at Merrick. He really should close her lids, but he
loved the look of surprise on her face. How easy it had been to get her into
his bed. Well, a bed. There was no way he would risk fucking a mark in his own
home. He took her to one of the apartments recently vacated by Vincent
Alexander. Fucking Alexander. Merrick knew he was a wild card when he enlisted
his help with kidnapping the delegates. The albino had been brilliant in
abducting twelve grown men from their hotel rooms with no one the wiser. For
some reason, he became obsessed with the pretty blonde police chief, and now he
was rotting in a cell at the Pen. Gordon had warned Merrick that the albino had
a few screws loose, but he took the chance anyway.
    Merrick
almost felt sorry for Vincent. When he was a young man, Vincent had been
tortured to the point of death just so Gordon Flanagan could build his army of
Unholy. Too bad Flanagan hadn’t hired smarter scientists. Where Vincent was a
shifter, the Unholy were unpredictable monsters. Working for Flanagan put him
in their crosshairs every once in a while, but Merrick was smart enough to give
them a wide berth as much as possible. He only knew the story of how the Unholy
came to be because Flanagan still employed those same scientists. They bragged
to anyone who would listen about how they successfully created the creatures.
    Merrick
returned his attention to the beautiful girl in his arms. “Greta, Greta, Greta.”
Merrick had rather enjoyed the sex. When he squeezed her neck while pounding
his cock into her core, she had really let loose. Until she figured out the
autoerotic asphyxiation was turning into murder.  He pushed her red hair back
from her face just before he watched her body slip silently over the bridge
railing.

Thirteen
     
    Trevor
flipped the three deadbolts on his door. He went to his spare bedroom and shut
that door and locked it as well. In the closet, he removed the loose paneling
that camouflaged a hole in the back wall. Behind the paneling was a safe. Spinning
the tumblers, he entered the code that only one other person in the world had
access to: his brother, Travis. He opened the safe, pulled out a leather-bound
journal and shut the door.
    When
Travis was born, the doctors found a defect in his heart. His parents quickly
made the decision to clone him. Trevor hadn’t been born, he had been created. Concocted
in a laboratory to be back-up parts for his older brother. Imagine finding this
out when you were a small child. The knowledge that you had been created, just
in case, could possibly give you a complex.
    Luckily,
the doctors were able to repair Travis’ heart and Trevor’s wasn’t needed. Travis
loved his little brother and took every opportunity to show it.