Seduced by Moonlight, Gargoyles of San DeLain #1
Kayden stood tall and unafraid—because damned if he was going to be intimidated—when a pleasant buzz of electricity shot through him. He fought to keep the surprise off his face. What the hell was his power doing? It never reacted to others.
As the gargoyle approached, his power retreated. He stopped before them, his gaze sweeping over each member of Kayden’s team before settling on him. Kayden caught himself from running a hand through his hair. What was he doing? Had he lost his damn mind?
Instead of answering that question, he focused on the several gargoyles behind that first one.
“Welcome to my home,” the gargoyle’s voice boomed. “I am Ward Tywyll, king of the San DeLain gargoyles. I trust your journey was uneventful?”
King? That was the king? Of course that was the king. He was the most powerful, even if he wasn’t the biggest. But he was big enough. And holy hell, that voice was pure sex—deep and growly—and Kayden fought not to shiver.
The gargoyle king could give that actor Vin Diesel a run for his money as far as voices went. And why was Kayden’s power suddenly fluctuating like it was being called?
Mentally, Kayden slapped himself. Snap out of it, dude.
“It was fine. Thank you for hiring my company and allowing us on to your property,” Kayden replied diplomatically as he walked to Ward and held out his hand. “I look forward to working with you, Your Majesty.”
“Please call me Ward.”
“Thank you. Call me Kayden, then.” Shit. Shaking hands? Really, Kayden? It was a very human thing to do, and the male before him certainly wasn’t human. Get it together, dumbass!
Luckily, the gargoyle king didn’t take offense.
Although he had glanced down at Kayden’s hand and the tattoos there. He gritted his teeth. Oh well, if Ward had a problem with that, that wasn’t his problem. Thankfully, the handshake hadn’t lasted long.
The static electricity sure stung too.
