While my heartbeat slowed, my breath continued to come in rough pants. When I finally could use my voice, I said, “He shot you.” The gargoyle grimaced. “Yes.” After a deep breath, he added, “But I’m fine.” “How?” I began to ask before a more pressing question took over. “Are you here to-to kill me?” “Kill you?” he repeated in a surprised tone. His expression softened. “No, of course not.” “Then—then wh-why are you chasing me?” The beast brought his wings closer to his body, as if trying not to look so imposing. “To make sure you’re safe.”
