So this is yet another of my Works in Progress. I’d forgotten how much fun Gavin was until I re-read this! Hope you enjoy…
Gavin pressed a splayed palm against his wounded shoulder and gritted his teeth. This was not how he’d expected to be animated from his prison of stone.
The vandal who’d fainted as soon as he’d become skin and bone—and a griffin at that—laid at this feet. He’d shifted just seconds after the reanimation, but his defacer was already out cold.
He glanced left, then right, nothing catching his preternatural senses. The human who’d known the exact words to say, in the exact ancient dialect and accent, was alone.