Page 85 of Guardians for the Vamp
“Creative.” Thorne sighs. “Let’s go PIMA.”
“PIMA?” I ask.
“Yeah. Pains in my ass.”
He stalks out of the room, shaking his head, and Vara and I burst into laughter.
In the SUV to the venue, we cuddle in silence in the back seat. Until I can’t take it anymore.
“I’ve been thinking… can gargoyles and sphinx have children?”
Vara sucks in a sharp breath, not expecting the question.
“I’m just wondering if that’s something we’d want in our future. Kids, I mean. Vara, you said you’re the last ofyour kind that you know of. What if you could have a little garga-sphinx baby.”
“Pretty sure you just made up that word,” she laughs.
“But could it happen?”
She sighs. “Anything is possible with supernaturals. Have I ever wanted kids? Not really. Was it expected of me? Yes. Then my species was wiped out, and I hadn’t thought about it since. However, if there’s a chance to save my kind... then, yes, I absolutely would have a garga-sphinx baby.”
“I’d be honored to put a baby inside you,” Thorne says, giving Vara a smile. Then he clutches my chin. “And you Layla. For all we know, our fated mate bond would allowyouto have babies as well.”
My heart beats excitedly at the thought.
The beats have become more frequent over the past two months. Not full-on pulsing, but it will flutter and come to life when something—or someone—excites me. To be fair, it’s been dead for about 700 years. My heart has a lot of healing to do, and I think the bond, and my mates, is slowly reviving it.
But babies?
How would that even work for a vampire? Would the baby be undead? Would it be some feral beast with fangs?
My brain hurts thinking about the possibility of a vampire/gargoyle hybrid.
We enter the ballroom to find it packed with humans and supernaturals.
The unveiling plan has officially launched. Despite the conference being postponed, we received enough feedback from the community that they’re ready to emerge from the shadows.
There’s still a lot of work to do.
A PR plan being number one. We will set a reveal date, and a television broadcast will be made to announce our existence. Before that happens, we’d like to track down as many known hunters as possible and imprison them. The number of attacks on supes is still too high.
We find King Xander with his now wife Evangeline at his side. She’s beautiful in her dark red gown with black designs sewn throughout. Beside Evangeline is a woman just as short and thick, but she has dirty blonde hair that’s styled in waves around her shoulders. Her gown is dark blue, sleeveless, and fits her curves wonderfully.
Her name is Farrah, Evangeline’s best friend. Before we can begin a conversation with them, Locheran walks up to our group, a scowl on his near flawless face. I rarely see the gargoyle with anything but a smirk or smile.
He does a double take when he spots Farrah. Apparently, Evangeline told her bestie about the existence of gargoyles… and other supes… a few weeks ago. She must still be adjusting because her eyes widen when spotting Locheran. He gives her a shy smile, which I find odd.
The gargoyle is anything but shy.
He shakes his head, his serious face returning.
“We managed to get surveillance images from a suspected safe house belonging to the hunter clan responsible for Vara’s kidnapping.”
He flips his phone around to show a large man with a head full of light hair, which I assume to be gray or blond since the image is black and white. He has a stubby nose and light eyes that must be blue.
Farrah gasps.
“What is it?” Evangeline asks, but her best friend shakes her head.
