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his weakness to sample all of the feminine delights that had contributed to his destruction.
    With a wry smile, he covertly studied the girl who stood in the doorway, her slender hand pressed against her heart as she stared at him with wide, silver eyes. It was remarkable, really, that he could discern that her eyes were silver since he could only see the world in shades of gray. Once upon a time he could see in color but that was long ago and even in his memory the vibrant hues had faded.
    She was a stunning creature with long, dark hair and those expressive eyes, luscious curves and an exquisite face. She was the embodiment of everything he desired in a woman and those silver eyes made her even more beautiful. Her eyes, the color so vibrant even in black and white, were wide and inquisitive and framed by lush eyelashes that made them appear even bigger. Her cheeks were high in her heart-shaped face, her nose slim, and her lips full and she could have any man she wanted.
    Well, had he allowed it. Unfortunately for her, he needed her virgin’s blood to release him from this curse. Once he was back to normal, he’d go after the bitch who did this to him and bargain for his freedom, using the virgin as leverage.
    Either way, he was glad he had waited for her to grow into her beauty, even if he was cutting it close. Fortunately for him, it hadn’t taken long to influence her interest in gargoyles, to fan the flames of the embers that were already there. The mythology class that she was taking gave her the perfect opportunity to finally research the history of gargoyles. He guided her to the bowels of the library for her research with carefully whispered words as she slept. Of course, he hadn’t been the one whispering in her ear. He left that to his… companion.
    Cautiously, she made her way into the dark room and he smiled to himself. There was a core of strength within her and he only hoped she could tap into it before he confronted the bitch who imprisoned him for two thousand years. If the girl was too weak, she’d be little use to him and he’d have to find another way to gain his freedom. No, there was no other way. There was only her.
    “Sit,” he said, his voice gravelly. Holding his hand out, the full sleeve hiding his skin, he indicated the seat across from him, a seat that was bathed in the low light. The light served a dual purpose: it allowed him to study her in greater detail and it kept him in the shadows.
    “I didn’t realize anyone else would be here tonight,” she said, her soft, dulcet tones caressing his stone skin, sending a shiver down his rocky spine.
    Ignoring the pleasurable touch, he rasped, “I prefer the night.”
    Her lips quirked up in a slight smile and he had to remind himself that she was just a pawn in the grand scheme of things and he couldn’t afford to feel anything for her. “Hmm, I think I do, too.”
    “You look like you should be in the sun. You smell of warmth and sun-drenched flowers.” He didn’t know where the words came from but they were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Worse, he hadn’t realized how tantalizing her scent would be from so close. It wrapped around his brain and fogged up his plan. They had only exchanged a few words and she was already making him feel things he hadn’t felt in ages. He would have to tread carefully.
    A soft laugh slipped past her ripe lips as she pulled the chair out and sat down. There was a quiet thunk as she dropped her bag and then she said, “Oh, I enjoy the sun as well but it’s the moon I prefer.”
    Keeping his eyes on her, he pictured her beneath the moon, her body beckoning him as he stalked towards her as a man. His cock responded to the rush of lust by swelling for the first time in an eternity and he was grateful for the cloak that concealed his reaction. Since the girl brought him back to life, he had slowly, oh so slowly, been regaining his true form, that of a man beneath the moon and a gargoyle beneath