The Medusa Files Collection by C.I. Black

Author:C.I. Black
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gryphon’s Gate Publishing
Published: 2016-03-02T23:22:37+00:00

CHAPTER 6

Morgan parked the borrowed SUV back in the house’s multi-car garage. Her body still thrummed with desire, just like it had the last time, and even the slightest thoughts of Gage or Lachlin or even Eoin sent heat pooling deep within her. She had no idea how the hell she’d broken away from Eoin’s charm, and from the look on his face, neither had he.

And when she stopped shuddering at the thought of his name, she’d try to figure out what had happened. Until then… frozen waterfalls, Antarctica, dead bodies.

Another shudder swept over her. To hell with it. One cold shower coming up.

She got out of the SUV and headed to the door leading into the house, but stopped before she reached it. That door led right past the situation room, where Gage or Lachlin or likely both were. She was not ready to face them, even if she only rushed by. If she did, they’d likely get worried and chase after her.

Her nerves burned with want.

Definitely not a good idea.

There was a back door, closer to the bedrooms. She wouldn’t have to pass anyone. That was a better plan.

She rushed out of the garage to the narrow walk leading around to the back of the house — mansion was more like it. The large building sprawled across a modest expanse of property in Old Town. Ancient trees towered overhead, their branches heavy with buds turning the sunset into a latticework of rich light.

She passed through a wrought-iron arch into the back gardens. Bushes and shrubs crowded around her and hints of perennials poked through the dark mulch. Three early crocuses clustered against a stained birdbath, bright purple against the dark granite base.

Once spring hit in full, she didn’t doubt the garden would be beautiful. Of course, that was probably due to a nymph or sylph or plant god of some kind. Hell, a brownie kept the house clean — not that Morgan had ever seen him.

Last week the thought would have been ridiculous. Now, having seen what she’d seen… anything was possible. The cuts on her body and her broken ribs were almost gone and all by Hannah’s healing hands. Who knew who or what else lived in this house?

It was almost impossible to believe that Morgan was now one of its strange residents. But she was, whether she liked it or not. And if she was going to live with Gage, she’d better figure out fast if she could trust him.

A shudder raced over her. But first, one long, cold shower.

She rounded a tall shrub to the small patio leading to the back door. Clayton sat on a wrought-iron bench, his enormous black frame taking up most of it. His glamour wavered and she saw smooth, sculpted ebony. Every detail had been made with a master’s hand, the curve of each thick-corded muscle, every vein, even those miniscule wrinkles at his joints.

Gage had said Clayton was a golem, an animated statue, and in that moment, he really was.

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