Gargoyle: A Reawakening (Briarcliff Series, #2) Read Online Free PDF

believing she could be so stupid… twice . She stumbled back to standing
and to her utter humiliation, realized her crazed outburst had
gathered an audience. Her face burned red with embarrassment.
Everyone was looking up at her with a mixture of expressions on
their faces. Curious, amused, and horrified. Horrified belonged to
Moriah. Amused to Kingston and curious belonged to the group of
cute guys. Perfect.
    “ Big ass bugs around this
place,” she said swatting faux bugs with her hands like an idiot.
It only took two fake bugs swats before her audiences curiosity
waned and they turned their undivided attention back to Moriah. It
might have had something to do with the fact that she looked like a
winner to a wet t-shirt contest.
    Evie glanced down at her
own shirt. It was all stretched out. The little creatures that were
parading across it earlier were now falling down her left boob like
they were jumping off a small hill into oblivion.
“ Why me ?”

REMNANTS
     
    SATURDAY * 2:15
PM
     
    The stonework on this side of the house was
a grayish color. Huge arches were over the windows with statues
hanging over the sides of the balconies on higher levels that
looked like they were crawling towards her. They weren’t like the
ones on the mortared columns or even the ones flanking the sides of
the front door. No, these won the butt-ass ugly prize. Long tongues
hung from their mouths, like they were frozen in time right before
they got to devour their latest meal. She shivered. She was glad
they were only statues.
    Evie kicked a weed
sprouting out from the walkway in frustration. She had been looking
for some sign to indicate what happened last night was real and not
some warped twisted figment of her imagination. “No way,” she said.
There was no way she could have imagined him . But as she looked at the
ground, searching for all the rocks she had seen lying around him,
she started second-guessing herself, because there were none.
Instead, she found little piles of ash, like someone had a pyro
problem and had started little mini bon-fires.
    The sun ducked under a
cloud, cloaking her in even more darkness. This side of the house
wasn’t overly bright anyway since the house itself cast huge
shadows across the expansive lawn. A gravel area was on her left,
outside a pair of double glass-paned doors and then it dropped
lower to a terrace with a stone balustrade that looked out over
lush lawns, hidden pathways inside hedgerows that were at least
seven feet tall.
    The sound of rushing water
drew her down the stairs cut directly into the landscape—she felt
like she was being pulled toward the tree line. Of course, she
wasn’t really sure why she wanted to go in that direction. Since
when did she give a shit about running water? Heck, she had lived
next to the ocean her entire life and had only went there a handful
of times. Investigating wasn’t her thing either—it was Moriah’s.
Moriah was the adventurer, always wanting to peek into the
unknown.
    Evie on the other hand
never wanted to investigate. It was probably because she watched
too many horror movies and the ones that went off alone always got
taken out first.
    The wind got louder. It
sounded like it was screaming. She froze, dead in her tracks, not
knowing for sure if it was the wind making that sound or something
altogether different. And she wasn’t too sure she even wanted to
find out. Yet she couldn’t not keep going. “When did I get a set?” she muttered
walking onward. She shook her head. “Better question to self, who’s
set did I steal?” She gave up trying to figure out why she was
doing what she was doing and just kept walking.
    Over to her right there
was an opening in the hedgerow. A trail of crushed gravel
disappeared between. Her skin prickled making Goosebumps rise on
her arms. She had a strange feeling that something was about to
happen. She wasn’t sure if it was going to be good or
bad.
    Evie jerked her head back up and