Colleen didn't relish getting back on the plane before she saw more of Ireland, but she'd agreed. She still couldn't understand why someone had asked for her specifically. Why would anyone want her to defend them? She'd crashed and burned.
And the video of it went viral.
She decided to drive to the church. The gargoyles had seemed like good listeners. What else did they have to do? As much as she loved the ocean, she didn't think she could stare at it for a long time. Even if she had no choice in the matter.
She parked by the beach. Walking across the road to the church, her hair blew around her face. She fastened it back in a band, but some of the unruly curls slipped out. The two gargoyles were there. Where would they go? Did she expect them to come alive and fly away?
Wouldn't that
