Damien spent the day, Thursday, at the apartment. He figured, with the door locked and bolted it would be safe enough. Of course with my luck, there’ll be some emergency like a fire and they’ll have to break down the door to get in to be certain I’m not here. Bet they’d be surprised when they saw a gargoyle in the middle of the bedroom. It wouldn’t happen, but the idea amused him nonetheless.
As soon as the sun was down he revived and immediately dispensed with his wings, claws, fangs, and huge ears. “Clothes, I need something other than what I was wearing last night. Great planning, stupid.” Since it was dark and overcast, and he had more than an hour before he had to take over surveillance of the costume shop from Glenna, he took the easy way back to Radclyffe’s estate. Going to the roo
