The thing that grabbed her was big, made of black and gray marble, and so frightening and strong, even if she wasn't petrified, she couldn't have broken his hold. His arms tightened around her and he ran toward the window.
She screamed, a shrill terrified sound ripped out of her body.
Glass splintered again when the thing flew out of her window with her clutched in his arms. Behind her she heard wolf barking and Mark shouting her name.
The monster flew higher, and higher still. Sabrina opened her mouth to scream again, but the wind stole her voice. She looked down and her feet curled upward, away from the lights of streetlamps and cars that changed Cape Town into a fairytale.
Gargoyle, it had to be a gargoyle. The arms around her and the chest he held her against had the unyielding sub
