The Point of No Return

by Devyn Sinclair

“We’re not monsters. We are gargoyles though.” I stared at him. “Gargoyles.” “Yes,” Marius said. “Like the statue that just cracked? And almost killed me?” “Yes.” “Like the children’s TV show?” There was silence at that. “There’s a television show about Gargoyles?”

In a second flat, I wasn’t curled on my side. I was pressed down into the mattress looking into Alexandre’s black gargoyle eyes, and I grinned. I knew what it would do to him. “Wicked,” he said quietly. “Trying to trick me.” “It worked, didn’t it?”

“Good girls get reminded of what happens when they’re naughty.”

Alex lifted off me long enough to strip my pants off. “I can smell how wet you are, Christine. You’d think we never fuck you.”