And Io, how he must be feeling. Not only had he been lied to for weeks, but the party he spent so much time on had been ruined, destroyed. There was also the matter of Ran’imy attempting to drive a knife through his chest, breaking the skin and thankfully nothing further.
Maybe, however, there was a way to salvage the night.
“Gerard, will you do me a certain honor?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Marry me and Io. Right here. Right now.”
The information from Daisy on unions between gargoyles brought up only one name, Gerard’s. So when the opportunity presented itself, Cinder inquired as to what happened, learning that Gerard was still with the same woman centuries later, though every now and then they took vacations from each other. He swore he loved her just as much now as he did when he first saw her. Who better to preside over their union than the only other gargoyle to have made the same commitment?
“If Io will take me.”