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together every few days for dates.  It would be easy.  It would be normal.
    No, he couldn’t.  His chest clenched at the thought of it.  But for once, not because of everything he went through with Mara.  No, all his reticence was due to a purple-eyed gargoyle whose image would not stop taunting him.

Chapter Four
    Ingrede strode into the kitchen, beaming and carrying baby Wolfe.  Wolfe dutifully threw his cherished stuffed penguin at Annis, who fumbled and caught it and gave it back to him.  The boy adored it and in spite of his father’s attempts to extricate it from him, was not giving it up.  He was little more than a month old, and he already possessed the stubborn gargoyle spirit.
    “Annis, take care of Wolfe for me.”
    Ingrede strapped him into his modified high chair.  Gustave had cut out part of the back to allow for his tiny wings and tail.
    “I…”  The syllable squeaked out of Annis’ mouth, and Ingrede looked up expectantly.
    Annis looked at the ground.  Her bouts of confidence were fleeting.  Ingrede was a strong female warrior and not the first to order her around.  Annis had no right to refuse Ingrede anything.  But the fact that the female just demanded Annis take care of her young, without a thought of how convenient it was for her, irritated her.
    “Of course,” Annis muttered.
    “I will only be in my bedroom with my mate, call if you need me.  Cai was sparring with Gracchus and lost, I must attend to his pride.”  Ingrede chuckled and began to leave.  She paused and looked at Annis.  “I am grateful that I can trust you with my son.  Do not think that I am not.”
    Annis gaped at her as she left.  The female gargoyle just showed her kindness – gratitude!  By Arthur’s sword, this really was a new world!
    She pushed aside her surprise and pulled some carrot sticks out of the refrigerator for Wolfe.  He greedily munched on them.  He already had his teeth, but they were small and needed to remain sharp.
    Annis kept an eye on the small gargoyle as she returned to her spaghetti.  She was still learning to cook, but everyone assured her that her version of spaghetti was perfect.  She had not been so sure when she became adventurous and tried adding sugar – a TV cooking show had been extolling the virtues of sweet and salty food.  But everyone had said they liked it.  Although perhaps what they liked was not cooking it themselves.  Gustave and Bea were excellent in the kitchen but were often too busy to prepare such large meals.  Other than laundry and taking care of Wolfe, Annis had no other use, which was why she was trying to learn how to cook.
    She heard female laughter echoing throughout the house.  Kylie, or maybe even Ingrede.  All the gargoyles had been given bedrooms in case they wished to use them.  Brom and Grey eschewed setting foot in theirs, but the others made some use of them.  Ric used his to, ahem, entertain Brenda whenever she visited, and Gracchus had a small TV in his.  If ever he found the common room too busy, he would sometimes go to his own room to watch his programs.
    Annis used her own to change clothes.  Being naked was not something a gargoyle should feel shame over.  Drago certainly didn’t.  The large male slouched around without a stitch on.  It annoyed both Luc and Ric no end; they insisted on covering their mates’ eyes whenever he was wandering around in the nude.  Annis did not feel shame at seeing the other gargoyles naked.  No, the shame was all for herself.  She did not want them to see her body unadorned.  They already knew her body was less than perfect; they did not need to see the full extent.  She was curvy where she should have been muscly.  Her body was much more human than it should have been.
    Plus, she did not like to admit it to the others, but she had started taking more care in her appearance than she ever had before.  She had once spent over an hour trying on her clothes in front of a mirror,