16
Lawrence
We walked out of the morgue, and while I couldn’t speak for Reine and Barton Lucia, I could only watch the parade of thoughts in my mind with a feeling of impotence. I stifled my urge to growl and pull Reine close against me again and then find my mother and siblings to guard them. I can confirm I did not like the idea of a threatening ancient being in the town. Accepting my inner gargoyle and allowing him to truly be a part of me should have made me feel more powerful, but instead I found myself frustrated at my helplessness. Brawn wouldn’t cut it here, so I turned to a more appropriate, and my preferred coping method—seeking information.
Reine hadn’t said anything, and the line between her brows that indicated something bothered her had appeared. It had taken me a while to
