One of my parents is a gargoyle, which is what gave me my good looks.” They motion at their face. “And my ability to read emotions and magic. Just like one of your ancestors indulged with a gargoyle, and that ability has likely been skipping down your family line ever since.” There’s no lie in their aura. They genuinely believe what they’re saying. I shake my head, my mind reeling. “That’s impossible.” Oh, not that one of my ancestors strayed to a paranormal partner and had a child—that’s the only way humans can get any magic of their own. But a gargoyle? That means . . . I freeze. “All
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