Exton

"Tori, go back to your family. I am just going to rest."

Grace settles back on her bed as Tori fusses around her. Torrent  wisely stays out of her way. When she is sure Grace is comfortable, the Gargoyle flips open her laptop at Grace' desk.

"I'm not going anywhere. Neither is Torrent. You are not fooling us at all Grace."

Grace smiles and closes her eyes. "I know Tori. Never play poker with a Gargoyle or a Brownie..."

A robed figure steps from the shadows. "You would never win, Graclyn. I, on the other hand, would clean them out."

His antlers seem insubstantial, disappearing into the shadows near the ceiling. The Horned God settles on the foot of her bed.

"I promised I would come to take you home, Graclyn. I have seen that you have matters well in hand. Lord Torrent will call your ghouls upon your passing. Perhaps it would be best to call your friends soon."

Torrent walks from the room, cell phone in hand as Tori sinks to her knees by the bed. She looks up at Herne, then Grace.

"Now?"

The Horned God dips his head. "Now. Before there is more pain than Graclyn can tolerate. Perhaps you would call your family? I have already sent a message to Keon. The Fae will help escort the French Gargoyles home. I doubt me not that he will hurry back."

Grace smiles. "He will. Can I see the babies before we go?"

Herne leans forward, taking her hand.

"We will go when you say. I promise to hold the Reaper's hand at bay until you have said your goodbyes."