Lawrence dressed in one of the sets of clothing that Micah had brought for him. Holding hands, we followed Barton down to the morgue. I kept sneaking glances at Lawrence. The change in my gargoyle lover from weak and barely recovered from his ordeal to strong and vigorous would have blown my mind if I hadn’t seen him in his gargoyle self before. We’d definitely have to have a chat about what had happened…and other things like the fact we’d now both used the l-word. I didn’t know where that would lead us, but it further complicated an already complex situation.
As if my feelings hadn’t been swirled enough, Eliza got on the elevator with us at the third floor and rode it down to the second one. She barely acknowledged any of us although she and I had met, and I knew Barton treated little Ed
