CHAPTER ELEVEN
"N-no," I lied and gave him what I hoped was a winning smile.
"Then perhaps you'd like to explain how the cat is on your shoulder and not in the incubator or hooked up to the monitor." He held up his phone. "I had just gotten home when all the alarms went off." He looked every inch the grumpy gargoyle.
So he wasn't upset over me snooping… Phew. Not that I felt badly about my actions. I'd never had a guilty conscience and didn't plan to start now.
And… Maybe I could work this to my advantage. I couldn't confront him with what I'd found without revealing my guilt, but perhaps I could earn his trust and charm it out of him. That would, of course, mean having to put aside my aversion to gargoyles, but I could deal if it meant I'd get answers.
"Do you have anything to say?"
