Enticed by the Gargoyle

Fated mates caught in a battle between good and evil.

Are the demons truly gone?

Larissa is disturbed by psychic visions and demons--literal ones. She encountered the red-winged monsters during their rampage in Boston. Now her friend remains in a coma induced by an incubus, and the chaotic aftermath prevents rest any time soon. And a question remains unanswered—how was she able to combat demons using nothing but her hands?

Her new lover, Roman, a gargoyle shifter, believes it's because she's a witch. Ridiculous, right? She's a cop, like her dad. But normal cops don't shoot bolts of energy at demons...

When she glimpses another supernatural threat, Larissa struggles with the vision. Is it her imagination tormenting her? Or worse—another premonition?

Continue Larissa and Roman's steamy, action-packed romance in part two of the Stone Sentries trilogy.

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Muted pain twisted in Larissa’s skull. She put the mug on her desk and placed her hands on her temples.

“You okay?” McGuire asked.

“It must be a stress headache,” she said.

“You’re pale. You want me to get you some ibuprofen?”

She shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute, and it will pass.”

After McGuire walked away, Larissa focused on how to move beyond the pain. God, it better be a stress headache and not one of her premonitions. A headache might just be a headache. It could be brought on by stress, dehydration, or lack of sleep.

She grabbed her water bottle and drank half of it. That had to be it. She was overreacting–being hypervigilant after the attack and stressed out from yet another interrogation, this time from a hotshot who knew dick about what they’d encountered.
But, if it was leading to a vision…

In the past, acute headaches often meant something bad was coming—only she couldn’t always read what it was. To sense something ominous and be unable to prevent it tormented her.

Breathe, breathe, breathe…

Right. She had to breathe through the pain to get past it. She couldn’t deal with her visions at the police station. Especially, not after being questioned by the investigator, who was still there. It wouldn’t look good for her to appear rattled by his questions.

She inhaled, counted to three, and then exhaled.

Where was Roman? He had a way of calming her and would know what to do. But, as commander of the Stone Sentries, the gargoyle protectors who watched over Boston, he was also preoccupied with the aftermath of the demon attack.

He’d said he’d try to come to her place tonight. God, she hoped so. He was one of the few people whom she could confide in about her visions. And, she missed him.

The pain in her head intensified. She panted. Her vest felt too tight, as if she’d swelled up under those damn lights. And it was so hot, she started sweating.

Focus on something.

She stared at a figure of a weeping angel on her desk, one that Janie had given her. It was from Doctor Who and had “Don’t Blink” printed at its base. As if she could control any of her physical responses, right now. Simply breathing had turned laborious.

The muted ache in her head turned up as if someone had twisted a crank to a level reading “throbbing.”
She couldn’t function through the pain, not at that intensity. Voices around her called her name, only they sounded like they were underwater.

Images of demons flickered in her mind. Their blood-red wings flapped in the night sky. Their eerie eyes glowed with malevolence.

No. It had to be a flashback. The demons were gone. She’d helped send them back to their realm.

Help me. It was Janie’s voice.

“How?” Larissa called out.

No answer. Of course not. This wasn’t real. It was in her head.

Wasn’t it?

She clutched the edge of her desk, bracing herself against the pain. The stark lines of the police station curved as a dark haze clouded her vision.

“Janie?” Her whisper came out a soft plea.

Shit. She was going to pass out. She lost her grip on her desk as she fell.