Hold on! That was a problem. "We are not siblings, but I can explain our connection."She rested her elbows on the table. "Go ahead.""I need you to have an open mind.""Okay."He took a deep breath. "When you want something good, does it come your way?""Well, not my boss' job, but until then, yes, I guess so. I've never wished for anything unrealistic. I didn't want a pony when I was a kid," she said.She took another sip of her beer, studying him. "Do you know anything about your birth parents?"She put down her pint of beer. "Only that they were Irish and they might have been killed.""Have you tried to trace them?" he said.He leaned his elbows on the table, mirroring her posture. She leaned back, her eyes getting a little warier. He'd have to tread carefully in this conversation. He didn't know what people believed in this day and age. At a disadvantage not knowing that he was going into this conversation blind. Not a good stance tactically and it chafed at him."The adoption w
Donal's trouble had started when his father had fallen for a fairy.Was he no better than his father? He fell into step beside Meg as she remained silent. He hoped she was mulling over what he'd said. He'd never had to tell anyone they were a fairy. He'd figured the church would be the final point she couldn't deny. In his time, people knew what they were. Life was easier because the enemies looked like enemies and friends looked like friends. "You're quiet," he said.She sighed. "It is a lot to take in, but I'm not sure I believe you, but I don't know why you would lie to me."He held the door open to her apartment building. She stopped just inside, spinning around to look at him. "Did you want to come up, Donal?""I don't think that would be proper."She smiled as if what he said had amused her. "Proper?""Yes."She cocked her head. "I like you, Donal."He smiled down at her. "I like you, too, Meg."Not in the way she was thinking. What would she see in a gargoyle? Gargoyles were
Meg shook her head. She had chosen not to go that route as Donal had suggested. Instead, she was doing good things. In fact, she wished that Harriet had found a better job. That hadn't happened yet which had Meg doubting what Donal had tried to convince her of. She wasn't a fairy and she didn't know why she'd even entertained the idea.Probably Donal's Irish charm. None of that mattered in the present situation. "I truly don't know what you're talking about, Harriet."Harriet's eyes flashed with anger and if Meg hadn't been watching she would have missed it. The woman schooled her face quickly. "I'm watching you. And if I see you step out of line I will fire you.""You do realize it isn't that simple.""Oh?""Yes. There are procedures for firing someone. You can't just decide that you don't like me and let me go. There needs to be documentation of issues," Meg said. She knew her rights. An eyebrow went up on Harriet's face. "We'll see about that."The woman rose, her gaze never leavi
A gasp escaped Meg's lips. She put a hand to her mouth. What had brought her back here? She'd never know, but now she was glad she had. Why would Donal be talking to Harriet? "Oh?"Harriet laughed, drawing Meg's attention to her. She couldn't figure out why Donal would be here. Because of her past experiences with men, she was sure it wasn't good. She stepped into the office. "What's going on?"Donal's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Harriet cackled again. This could not be good."You going to tell her?" Harriet said.She hadn't stopped laughing. Donal fidgeted in his seat. Guess he hadn't been expecting her. "Meg.""Save it.""Why are you so sure this is a bad thing?" he said.He stood and took a step towards her, but he was catapulted back into the chair. It looked as if he'd been yanked into it. His mouth gaped open and his arms flailed. Something was terribly wrong with this situationShe blinked as Donal struggled to get out of the chair. She shook her head, before turning to
"Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure."Meg recalled the scene. Harriet was laughing. She demanded that Donal show Meg who he really was. He'd been reluctant, but he did it and what did she do? She'd run away. Oh. God. She'd run away. "What did you think was going on?" Fiona asked. What had she thought was going on? She replied slowly, gathering her thoughts on this impossible situation. "I don't know. I just assumed it wasn't good. The guy I like and the boss I hate were together in a room.""You assumed that he was doing something wrong?" Colleen asked. Meg put a hand over her mouth. "I did. He was stuck there. Helpless. The same way I had been only moments before. He couldn't move even after I could. Harriet must have done that."She couldn't get the vision out of her head. He'd looked at her helplessly. His eyes pleaded with her, but she'd walked away."Didn't you mention that you thought Harriet was odd? Something was wrong with her?" Fiona asked. "Yes. And I left him there. Alone
No." Donal held Meg back with his outspread wings. "She isn't dead yet. I can still hear her heart beat," he said. Meg nodded, wondering where her friends had gotten to. When the creature finally let out what could only be a death gasp, Donal let go of it. His gaze went to Meg. "You're safe."Somehow she knew that. She ran to Donal, who stepped away. "I'm a mess, Meg."He transformed before her eyes. The fangs receded. The wings tucked themselves back into him and his legs were once again as a man. Somehow his clothes had appeared though they were tainted with a black substance.Colleen and Fiona burst into the room. They looked at everything. "What the Hell happened here?"Donal swung around to face them and began barking orders. "Get Meg home and cleaned up." He lowered his gaze. "You ladies weren't here.""But the cameras," Meg spoke quickly.The gargoyle shook his head. "I can take care of those recordings. Go, Meg. I have to take care of this body."Her friends yanked her out of
In a time when fairies ruled the Earth. And humans were an afterthought.The waves of the ocean beat against the shore. The blue sky met the gray water in the land of Connaught in what is now County Galway, Ireland. The Fairy Queen held her wand aloft as she told the three gargoyles their fate.Sean Foley heard the Fairy Queen's verdict and he swore to himself. He glanced at his two brothers, Donal and Declan. Their faces reflected his reaction to the fact that the Fairy Queen had cursed them to be turned to stone until the fairy that they were destined to protect came along. If that fairy stayed with them for at least a day, they would take human form again."Feck," he said. As gargoyles, they'd sworn to protect the fae as a whole and some were called to protect a special fairy. Their father had been one of those rare gargoyles, but he'd lain with the fairy and she was now with child. His child. His father was nowhere to be found so the Fairy Queen had passed judgment on his sons.
The last place Colleen wanted to be was back in her office. She was pretty sure everyone had heard the verdict and social media had probably made the kiss picture go viral. Right now she wanted to go home and forget she was a lawyer. A glass of wine and Netflix would be on her agenda. Unless Fi and Meg were available. She steeled herself before she walked in the front door. If her firm had made her the sacrificial lamb, would they admit it? She doubted it. There must have been a plan in place or had Tony Tocci acted on his own? Ledger, Chart, and Hier occupied three floors in a building on Chestnut Street, not far from all of the courthouses that they might have trials taking place. The warmth of the day didn't reach Colleen's soul as she stood outside the building. She might as well get this over with. She yanked open the door, waved at the security guard, then punched the elevator button for the fifth floor. When the doors opened on her firm's office, she strode out as if she own