Sorceress Hunting (A Gargoyle and Sorceress Tale Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

gave it a forceful shake. “Put. The. Shirt. On. Now. They’re almost
here.”
    Gregory stood across from her and returned her frown.
It wasn’t actually cold, even though a rain shower had moved in while they
discussed plans.
    Lillian worried and fretted he wouldn’t be dressed in
time before the humans arrived. He scrounged for what the healers were called,
something uniquely complicated only they would come up with. Oh, yes, Medical
Technicians. He still couldn’t get particularly worked up about humans.
Besides, he was now in human form, dressed in human fashion—which he hated. It
was a passably warm day, even with the rain shower. He saw no reason to wear
the unnecessary layer the shirt represented. Even his fragile human hide could
maintain enough heat without it.
    “Do I have to get Gran in here?” Lillian asked, one
fist planting itself against her hip, while the other one held the shirt in a
white-knuckled grip.
    Gregory huffed, finding the situation humorous. He
stepped up to Lillian, closed one hand around the shirt, and the other around
the back of her head and pressed their lips together.
    Being in human form had some benefits. He deepened the
kiss and was rewarded by Lillian softening into his touch. She relaxed against
him. Both hands came up to caress the muscles of his chest, the shirt long
forgotten. He debated dropping it on the floor to free his other hand to roam.
Unfortunately, his ears picked up the sound of a sharp rapping at the front
door.
    A pity, he would have liked to have seen where the
kissing would have led. He liked the new relationship he’d been building with
his Sorceress. Alas, the humans were at the gates, and he needed to be on his
best behavior. He’d promised, after all.
    He broke the kiss, and Lillian made a little sound of
protest. Giving her a lazy grin and a quick peck on the cheek, he said, “That’s
the going rate for me to play at human and suffering the full human regalia
that goes with it.”
    Gregory admitted a touch sheepishly he liked using a
few of the human terms—they needed so little added explanation. Lillian didn’t
seem to see the humor and huffed like a quail disturbed from its daytime roost.
    “Now…”
    “Is not the time to argue,” he said and pulled the
shirt over his head. “The humans are at the front door and impatient to get in
if that’s what the repeated, heavy-handed pounding means.
    Lillian grumbled something less than delicate under
her breath, and then grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the door.
    “Do you remember the details of your cover story if
someone attempts small talk?” Lillian asked as she started down the stairs.
    “Every word.”
    Gregory allowed himself to be steered toward the big
armchair and then be pushed down into it. A moment later a cup of something hot
was shoved in one hand and a couple cookies in the other. The television was
still on, and the coffee table was loaded with food and what Lillian called a
board game.
    Gran had clearly engineered the scene to look as
natural as possible.
    Gregory ate the cookies and reached for the nearest
plate with his favorite type—the ones with the warm, chewy dark substance
called chocolate. It was regrettable they were entirely bad for one’s body. He
scooped up another handful. If he was going to sit through this episode, which
involved willingly shedding blood for one’s enemy, he’d take his reward first.
    Gran walked past him on her way to the front door,
still wearing an apron coated with a fine layer of flour from all her baking
efforts, and seemingly unconcerned with the newcomers’ arrival. Lillian, on the
other hand, was fussing nervously with plates, saucers, and teacups.
    While the door swung inward, Gregory studied Lillian’s
expression and body language—which was supposed to reflect mild surprise, but
was in fact so false anyone who looked upon her would surely become suspicious.
He reached out and slung an arm around her waist and dragged her