Born of Magic: Gargoyle Masters, Book 2 Read Online Free PDF Page A

our views on this,” Steinn said.
    “Such a shame,” Zeph replied. He opened his mouth as if to say something, a slight smile still gracing his upturned lips. The expression froze before he shot to his feet, but he didn’t move from the table. “Master Wynnston, the king’s chambers. Zee needs you.”
    Wynn needed no further prompting. He was on his feet and out the door almost before the thought had formed. He ran through the castle to the king’s chambers and flung the door open.
    Zephara stood on the other side with eyes half-closed. She didn’t seem surprised to see him so suddenly. “Wynn.”
    He lunged forward, and caught her into his arms as she collapsed. He carried her to his bed chamber and tucked her in, staying by her side. She would sleep in his bed tonight and he wouldn’t be easily persuaded to let her go come sunrise.
    * * * * *
    Zephara stirred, but leaving the land of dreams behind proved difficult. Her body felt rested but her mind was still churning. Had she made it to her bed? She took a deep breath and concentrated on her surroundings. What she lay upon seemed like a bed, but could be one of the king’s settees. She turned her head and felt warmth against her nose. Another lungful of air brought the scent of man, stone, and magic. Wynnston. She opened her eyes to find herself face to chest with her eternal-mate.
    He still slept. Weak sunlight filtered through a crack between his curtains to illuminate the magnificent man beside her. His arm pinned her down at the waist like lead, but she didn’t mind. Though she may have only dreamed the anxiety rolling off him as she collapsed into his arms, she sensed that wasn’t so. He had come to her when she needed him and brought her to his bed. It was a very telling gesture.
    Some Pastelle were psychic, but Zephara and Zephyr shared a special link based more on emotion than anything else. She’d sent the call to her brother when her fatigue became too great. He must have sent Wynn to her in his place.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    Zeph might hear her in his thoughts, if he was awake. It didn’t matter. He would know she appreciated his help. She couldn’t hide her feelings for the gargoyle from her twin.
    She studied the man before her and marveled at his strength. Many human males tried to be strong, and some achieved great strength. In Pastel, the males were inherently strong without building up their bodies to the size Wynn had achieved. Most were like her brother, tall with a lean muscular build. It gave their enemies a false sense of confidence. They had been underestimated many times throughout their history.
    In stark contrast, the Gargoyles were large, broad-shouldered men. They towered over their charges and their creators. Both Wynn and Steinn had hair past their shoulders. She wondered if their brothers did as well. Wynn’s hair was thick and straight, but felt like silk when she ran her fingers through it. He moaned and his lids opened to reveal his stunning hazel eyes. A smile slowly spread across his lips. “Good morn, beautiful lady.”
    “Good morn.”
    She ran her fingers through his hair again and his smile remained. “You like my hair?”
    “Very much. I’d never seen this color of hair before leaving Pastel. Or felt this texture.”
    “Oh? Interesting. I can say the same of your hair.”
    She made a face to show how much she didn’t care for it. “It’s the color of spun sugar. A confection often eaten at fairs and the like. I don’t prefer it.”
    “The confection or your hair? I think your hair is glorious.”
    His compliment warmed her. “Thank you. I meant the confection but must confess I would change the color of my hair if I could.”
    “I hope that never happens. I like it quite a bit.”
    He mimicked her movements and threaded his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a few precious minutes. A knock on the door made her eyes shoot back open. Wynn frowned and turned