Chapter 4
The next night Io slipped out of bed, naked as a jaybird and smelling like Cinder. He crept across the plush carpet of the master suite, an impressive space complete with a sitting area, a fireplace, a bathroom the size of most hotel rooms, and a four-poster bed where Io liked to play, especially when the games involved his beloved. A set of French doors led out onto a private balcony that provided a sweeping view of the back garden. Every dusk Io went over to throw open the curtains, welcoming the new night, and ever since the beginning of November he’d been hoping to find an ever so delightful surprise. And with each night that he saw barren ground he lost a little hope. Now, with Christmas less than a week away he was feeling desperate. What did a gargoyle have to do to get a
