The Gargoyle Chronicles_A Riga Hayworth Mystery by Kirsten Weiss

Author:Kirsten Weiss [Weiss, Kirsten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gargoyles, Urban Fantasy, fairy tales, paranormal mystery, Mythology, Occult, witch mystery, female sleuth
Publisher: misterio press
Published: 2018-11-28T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Riga woke in a hospital bed. One of the EMTs who'd arrived at Deepika's house had insisted she get in the ambulance. And then Donovan had appeared, and he'd insisted. Riga had been too heartsick to argue.

Donovan smiled from a nearby chair. “Good morning.” His jacket was draped neatly over the chair’s back. Deep lines etched the corners of his emerald eyes.

“If you say so.” Anguished, she rubbed her arms. Gabe. Deepika. She could have prevented their deaths.

“You’re alive, so I do say so.” He massaged the back of his neck and yawned.

She gazed out the window. The yellow curtains had been pulled back, exposing a dark wall of pines.

“I’m not staying here,” she said. She’d gotten little sleep. The hospital had been a constant whir and jangle and beep of machines. To complete the torture, the nurses waked her every hour to check on whatever it was they were checking on.

Riga’s expression hardened. And she had things to do, revenge to take. And it would be revenge. She had no illusions about her motive. Riga wanted payback.

“Good thing I brought your clothes.” He nodded toward a small leather suitcase and a satchel, leaning against a wall. Riga's satchel.

She sucked in her cheeks. “That couldn't have survived the car fire.”

“Yours didn't. This one’s new. Thanks to Ellen, there's a temporary driver's license inside, and a wallet with your credit cards. She also got that suede jacket you were wearing yesterday cleaned.”

“Wow.” No wonder Ellen, Donovan's executive assistant, got paid the big bucks.

Riga pushed back the sheets, swung her feet out of bed, and stood. No dizziness. No wobbling. Good. She grabbed the bag.

“What are you doing?” Donovan asked casually.

“I told you, leaving.”

“The doctor will want to check you out first.”

“The doctor will come in his own sweet time. The Perseid meteor shower starts tonight, and I've got things to do.” The Perseids had nothing to do with anything, but the fact had stuck in her mind. She hadn’t been able to dislodge it all night.

“What happened to Deepika wasn't your fault,” he said in a low voice.

Riga’s gaze slipped from his, and her hands went lax. “She was alive before I got there,” she rapped out.

“Even if there was some sort of cause and effect, you weren't yourself.”

But she should have been.

“Why did you go to her house?” he asked. Unspoken was the real ending to that question – Why did you go without me? And why hadn’t she called him?

They were married. Calling your husband after wrecking his car was only polite. But she’d been running on old habits, thinking like she was still single.

She stepped into a pair of wide-legged slacks in a soft, knit material, pulled out the matching shirt. These were lounge clothes. Stay-at-home clothes. She shot Donovan a look, and he shrugged.

“I can try,” he said.

Riga turned to the mirror over the bureau and grimaced at her reflection. Donovan was doing a good job of not staring at the mess she’d made of her hair.

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