Sabrina and the Gargoyle by Marie Dry

Author:Marie Dry [Dry, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626946606
Amazon: B0722NS2JD
Publisher: Black Opal Books
Published: 2017-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The silence pulsed with their emotions as Sabrina and Mark stared at each other. “Just once, I’d like to feel as if I’m the most important thing in your life,” she growled. “Maybe it’s selfish of me, but wouldn’t it be nice if the man who claims to be my husband, told me he could never face giving me up to monsters?”

Some emotion, anguish or desperation or both, flashed in his gaze. “Sabrina, you have no concept of the evil of the drogge. What they will do to this town.”

“The drogge are stirring again?” Christopher asked.

“Yes, have you heard about the women disappearing?”

“That’s the drogge? I should’ve known.” Christopher swore long and fluently and Sabrina had to admire his inventiveness.

“I heard you’d died. Couldn’t find a trace of you,” Mark said.

Sabrina heard real emotion, caring. She’d sensed friendship when he dealt with the werewolves, hatred when he talked to the gargoyles. With Christopher, she sensed a strong bond, almost as if they were brothers.

“That’s nonsense. I simply went to ground in a cavern with minerals that protected me from being detected by you or anyone else.” Christopher looked intently at Mark, as if trying to read his mind. Could they communicate without words? “What did you do, Mark? Why did she say you wanted to use her to get the drogge?”

Both of them turned to look at her.

“Why did you call out, Sabrina? I heard you all the way in the cave.” Christopher’s voice was a soft threat. “What did he do to you?”

“You misunderstood. I’m mad at Mark for messing with my mind, but I called out when I was kidnapped by your fellow gargoyles.”

Christopher frowned at her. “I’m not a gargoyle.”

“He’s a vampire,” Mark said.

She’d thought maybe he was half vampire, half gargoyle like Mark. Especially since Mark didn’t seem to get along with either the gargoyles or the vampires.

Christopher turned to Mark. “I came back because I realized the only surviving relative of the woman I loved needed me.” He stopped speaking and stared at Mark. “Why didn’t you protect her?”

“Thailog thought I wanted to take his crown. And he was fishing, trying to see why I was here,” Mark said with the scorn of someone disdaining the mere idea of wearing a crown.

“You’ve gotta love the various nations’ love of their crowns,” Christopher said with a twisted smile.

“I found Sabrina when I came looking for you. Shortly after I heard about the disappearances, and when I met her I realized--”

“What did you do to her, Mark? If you’ve hurt her--”

“I was going to use her as bait to catch the drogge, to draw them out into the open once I’ve found their lair.”

“Was?”

“There has to be a different way.” The desperation in Mark’s voice scared Sabrina. Mark visibly pulled himself together. “Why did you go to ground without letting me know?”

“Losing Jennifer was the worst thing that I ever had to face.”

“Sabrina’s cousin?”

“Yes.”

“We’d agreed the previous night to become engaged. I was going to give her my blood and she would’ve lived with me for as long as we wished to stay alive.

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