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to suspect that he never would be.
    Most gargoyles might choose consorts for political or financial means, but he would never be capable of such a cold-hearted, calculated joining. He adored women. All women. He would never use one for his own advantage.
    He was slowly beginning to accept that he was meant to fly free.
    Still, he had seen plenty of mated pairs. They were miserable when they were apart.
    Even the cold-blooded vamps were obsessively devoted to their mates.
    It was their only redeeming quality as far as Levet was concerned.
    “Well, that was . . .” He struggled for the perfect word as the dark mist began to form and the man next to him jerked back to life. “Pathetic. You do realize you are an idiot?”
    Damon sucked in a strained breath, his face hardening as he tried to clamp down his emotions.
    “You know nothing about my situation.”
    “I know that you just turned away a beautiful woman who was begging you to stay and simply be with her.”
    “Shut up, gargoyle.”
    Levet sniffed, his wings fluttering as the mist thickened. “Not many men can claim a true mate. You are just throwing yours away.”
    The Were was rigid, his hands clenching and unclenching as if battling the urge to reach for a weapon.
    Predictable. Weres were incapable of sharing a perfectly reasonable conversation.
    Levet could only assume that their hormones were unbalanced.
    “This is none of your business,” Damon growled.
    “Maybe not, but I know a broken heart when I see one.” Levet sent him a chiding frown. “She was devastated.”
    The muscle of Damon’s jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth until they nearly shattered. “I will return for her. She—”
    “Will forgive you?” Levet completed Damon’s sentence as his words faded away.
    Damon grimaced, the raw agony he was trying so hard to disguise flaring through the champagne eyes.
    “She has to,” he breathed.
    “Non,” Levet countered. “She does not.”
    The Were stubbornly refused to listen to reason. “She’s my mate.”
    Levet threw his hands in the air. “Then you should behave as a mate. Which means you should put her needs above your own.”
    The air prickled with the heat of Damon’s wolf. “They aren’t my needs.”
    Levet snorted. He’d allowed his own mother’s disapproval to torment him, although he’d hidden the pain behind a façade of indifference. It hadn’t been until he’d returned to Paris to confront the old bat that he’d at last put the ghosts of his childhood behind him.
    Or, at least, he thought he’d put them behind him until tonight....
    His tail twitched as he shoved aside the unpleasant doubts that had threatened to ruin his holidays. In this moment it was his duty as a temporary Christmas angel to make Damon see reason.
    Surely that’s what Sera intended him to do?
    “They might have started as your mother’s needs, but she is dead.” Levet refused to back down despite the wolf ’s furious glower. “If you continue this quest you have no one to blame but yourself.”
    Damon cursed, his eyes glowing as his wolf struggled to take command. “Get us out of here.”
    Levet gave a click of his tongue. Really, how many times had he told the stupid Were that he . . .
    His annoyed thought was interrupted as the mist abruptly thickened to a choking blanket of black. Then with a sickening jolt they were being hurtled through time and space, the speed making Levet’s tail stand on end.

Chapter 4
    Salvatore was still snuggled with Harley on the bed when he was forced from the room by the arrival of Harley’s sisters, Regan, Cassie, and Darcy. Not that he truly resented their arrival. How could he when their presence brought such obvious joy to his mate?
    Of course, he didn’t for a minute believe that they had traveled to St. Louis alone.
    Slipping out the back to avoid the crowd of Weres who were still celebrating in his living room, Salvatore made his way toward the edge of the lake. Within minutes he was joined by a