Chapter 3
When Kendra woke the next morning, one of the first things she did was to call Nightstone Unlimited and request a meeting with Dominique Destine to discuss investment opportunities within the company. To her pleased surprise, the secretary informed her that there had been a cancellation and that Ms. Destine would be able to meet with her over lunch. The secretary reeled off a list of possible lunches, mainly salads. They all sounded equally unappetizing and Kendra finally informed the woman that she usually had a steak for lunch. The secretary sounded surprised, and put her on hold for a few moments, when she came back she asked if a steak from Chris's Steakhouse would be acceptable. Kendra agreed, she would arrive promptly at 11:30 am for the meeting.
Kendra spent most of the morning working out in the small gym in her apartment. Around 10 am, she stopped, showered and changed into a cream silk shirt, black leather pants and boots. Grabbing her jacket, she went down to the garage and rode her motorbike over to Nightstone.
Upon giving her name at the building's parking gate, Kendra was directed toward a reserved parking spot in Nightstone's garage. She took the elevator up to the top floor and admired the monochromatic décor as she walked up to the desk that sat protectively in front of a large door with Ms. Destine's name upon it and introduced herself. The woman behind the desk did a noticeable double take at her outfit, but quickly recovered and informed her that Ms. Destine would be a few more minutes. The woman then pointed her toward some uncomfortable chairs. Kendra raised a dubious eyebrow at them and instead went over to the wall length windows to look out upon the city as she waited.
Finally, the secretary called her name. Kendra turned around and her attention was immediately captured by the red haired woman now standing by the office doorway studying her. Dominique Destine was sexier in person than Kendra had thought she would be as she stood regally staring directly back at Kendra. Kendra took a moment to admire the woman's figure in an encompassing glance noting trim ankles and a narrow waist then moving upward to admire the delicate features and bright red hair. Kendra nodded to the secretary and walked up to Dominique extending her hand as she did so, the flame haired woman paused for a fraction of a second, and then extended her hand as well and the two exchanged a firm handshake.
"Miss Canmore," Dominique Destine greeted her with cool politeness, "Please come in."
Kendra chuckled softly, "Please just call me Kendra. Formality isn't really my strong suit," she said as she walked by Dominique and into the woman's office.
Demona frowned at Kendra's back as the taller woman walked by her, "Of course, call me Dominique. I understand you are here to discuss some investments you would like to make?"
Kendra knew she had won round one and permitted herself a brief victorious smile before listing the Nightstone projects she wanted to discuss.
Demona was aware that she had been maneuvered into permitting the human to use her first name, but her annoyance was quickly forgotten as Kendra unhesitatingly listed the areas of her business she was interested in learning more about. To Demona's surprise, the human unerringly choose the projects that she expected to do well in the coming year.
The immortal gargoyle had thought the human was just here to gather information about her, but as they settled down to lunch and serious business conversation, she expanded her original assumption. Kendra Canmore had a keen business sense and was a shrewd negotiator. Lunch was long completed when they agreed that Kendra would initially invest several million dollars in Nightstone, and if that went well the investment amount would be increased.
Demona studied the woman across from her as they concluded their business meeting; she understood now why the human tailing this woman was so impressed by her beauty. Pictures did not do her justice; sitting she conveyed the impression of leashed strength and power. There was also something different about this Canmore. Something that didn't quite fit, something that had caused her senses to alert when the human had first brushed past her in the doorway, and something that kept her slightly on edge even now.
Demona couldn't help but be aware that Kendra had been intently studying her throughout the meeting. The human had certainly not bothered to hide what she was doing, and Demona found this Canmore's interest in her rather disconcerting. The gargoyle was used to Hunters regarding her with fear and hatred. Kendra Canmore's gaze showed neither of those emotions, instead there was respect, and more than a hint of desire, in the humans sapphire blue eyes. Demona was starting to wonder whether or not this Canmore was even aware of her dual identity.
That notion was dispelled when Kendra commented, "I would enjoy the opportunity for a friendly spar with you sometime, either day or night. With the understanding, of course, that neither of us will intentionally harm the other, it's getting rather hard for me to find someone who can actually challenge me." Kendra waited patiently for Dominique's reply to her offer, hoping that the gargoyle would accept.
Demona gave her a hard stare, "And what makes you think I would agree to a friendly spar with a Canmore?"
Kendra grinned at her, "Worthy opponents are hard to find wouldn't you agree?"
Demona blinked at the smile, "Don't you mean enemies?"
Kendra shook her head emphatically, "No, my father wanted no part of that nonsense and neither do I. You had every right to kill Charles once he began hunting you. Every living thing has the right to defend its life, to kill, maim, or drive off its hunter if it can."
Demona was struck silent, not only by the words, but by the resolute tone with which they were stated. She had no doubt that the human meant every one of them, as odd as it seemed, there was a Canmore standing in front of her affirming her right to defend herself. Affirming her right to kill those humans who hunted her, and the human telling her this was of their clan.
Kendra continued, "I meant exactly what I said; I want a sparring partner, a worthy one, one that can help me become a better warrior. If we agree to become sparring partners I would expect that you would do me the honor of pointing out any weakness you see and I will of course do the same for you."
The human's words unexpectedly stirred old memories in the immortal gargoyle's mind. Gargoyles sparring with each other were expected to do just what the human had described, help each other become better warriors. To her own surprise, Demona found herself agreeing to meet Kendra later that evening for a workout in her private gymnasium.
"I'll return after nightfall then," Kendra responded, pleased, "Do you have any sparring gear here?" she asked.
Demona sneered, "You might want to bring some for yourself, but I will not need any."
A brief twitch of her lips was the only thing that betrayed Kendra's amusement, "I'll find somewhere to buy some for my fragile self then this afternoon. Will it be alright if I just have them deliver it here?"
Demona nodded abruptly, "That will be fine. I'll expect you at six this evening, do not be late," she finished in a sharp, demanding tone.
Kendra took that as her cue to leave. She didn't want to risk Dominique changing her mind about the sparring practice, and it looked like the red-head was beginning to regret her agreeing to it already.
As the door closed behind Kendra, Demona smirked; the human wanted a challenging sparring partner did she? The gargoyle toyed a moment with the idea of showing the human exactly how weak she was compared to a gargoyle, but then decided against it. The sparring practices would be a useful way to learn more about the human, and she wanted to find out what it was about this particular Canmore that set her on edge. The woman didn't seem to be a threat, and yet Demona had felt a vague sense of being in danger during the entire meeting. It was not a sensation she was used to feeling, and definitely not around a human.
There was also the fact that an infusion of several million dollars into her company was worth humoring the woman for a few weeks. Demona considered the human's obvious attraction for her weak human form, at least Kendra Canmore hadn't been objectionable as some human males, she hadn't stared at her breasts the entire meeting.
Kendra paused at the secretary's desk and asked for the yellow pages. It only took a few minutes of scanning thru the entries to locate a martial arts store that was not too far away. She returned the book, thanked the secretary, and left Nightstone. Once she located the store she picked out sparring equipment that she thought might come in handy. Dominique had made it clear that she didn't plan on using any protective gear, but there were times when a padded kick shield or padded target was really useful. After Kendra had made her selections, she had the store deliver them directly to Ms. Destine at Nightstone. Kendra just had enough time to drop by her apartment to eat a snack and pack a gym bag before heading back to Nightstone.
The guard at the front desk looked at her oddly when she gave her name, "I'll have to search your bag before you go any further Miss Canmore," he stated firmly.
Kendra was surprised for a second, and then she chuckled softly. "Of course," she lifted the bag to the security counter and even helpfully unzipped it. She looked on in amusement as all four items in the bag were pulled out and thoroughly inspected before being replaced.
Finally the guard seemed to be satisfied that the uniform and mouth guard weren't actually deadly weapons. "Ms. Destine is waiting on you; the open elevator will take you to the proper floor Miss Canmore." The button for the right floor was already lit when she entered the elevator. She suspected none of the other buttons would even light, but she didn't bother to try them; instead, she pushed the button to close the doors and waited as the elevator rose.
The doors opened, she stepped out of the elevator and looked up and down the hallway. Noise through an open door drew her attention; she walked toward it and looked inside. Blue padding covered part of the floor and an all in one weight system was against the wall, this was probably the right gym. Movement drew her attention as she stepped through the door…yes this was definitely the right gym.
Even though she had seen pictures of Demona before and she knew that the gargoyle and Dominique Destine were the same, seeing the same features in blue was…odd. Kendra's lips curved up in a slight smile, odd didn't necessarily mean bad though. Whether the features were blue or pale cream either was just as beautiful.
"What are you smiling at?" Demona asked in an irritated tone.
Kendra answered honestly, "That no matter what form you choose you're beautiful in either." She could tell that her response startled the gargoyle. Her eyes took in the differences between the form in front of her now and the form she had seen earlier. Wings, tail, claw like hands and talon like feet, pointed ears, she could see why humans would label gargoyles as bestial, but as to whether or not they were beasts… Her mind flashed back to her thoughts a few days ago and she stepped closer to Demona staring searchingly into the gargoyles increasingly wary eyes.
It only took her a few seconds to come to a decision. She had already strongly suspected that the gargoyles were intelligent and not beasts as the Canmore's claimed, and looking into this gargoyle's eyes only confirmed it. "Sometimes I really hate the fact that I share blood with a bunch of damn homicidal idiots, at least my father didn't inherit whatever warped genes cause the hunter madness," she snarled angrily. Only once the words were spoken did Kendra belatedly consider the fact that it was probably unwise it was to bring up this topic around the very gargoyle the Canmore's had been hunting for so many centuries.
From the startled widened eyes, Kendra could see that she had once again surprised the gargoyle. Her eyes fell upon the box from the martial arts store, and she seized upon the distraction it offered, "Oh good they did deliver it." Hopefully the gargoyle wouldn't get angry, and wouldn't think Kendra was mental herself, after all she had went from complementing Demona to snarling about her family within less than thirty seconds. She forced herself to meet the now speculative green-eyed gaze calmly; at least the wariness that had been there was gone.
"Yes," Demona finally answered after a long moment, apparently willing to let what had been said go without further comment.
Kendra walked over to the box, knelt beside it, opened it and began unpacking the equipment she had bought earlier in the day. Demona came over a minute later and began examining the pieces Kendra had already unpacked. The dark haired woman let her eyes sweep over the gargoyle beside her, admiring the female's figure and noting the obvious muscle definition in her arms, shoulders and bare stomach. Dragging her gaze away from Demona's trim, toned stomach, she focused on the gargoyles wings. They looked soft and leathery, something she hadn't really noticed in the pictures. They were also quite large and extended a good distance to either side of Demona's body. Kendra frowned as she realized that she had not considered how to spar with Demona without accidentally damaging her wings.
Demona glanced over at that moment, noticing the humans frown, "What having second thoughts so soon human?" she sneered.
Kendra stopped staring at the gargoyles wings and met Demona's eyes instead, "I'm concerned about injuring your wings, I didn't really think about the fact they would have to be so large to carry your weight. It's not something I've had to worry about before."
Demona paused surprised by the answer then folded her wings further back and closer together.
Kendra's face cleared in relief, "That will work." She looked around for a changing room, but did not see any door that might lead to one in the room. Shrugging she grabbed her bag and walked over to the bench at the back of the room, pulled off her jacket and began changing into her martial arts uniform.
Demona found herself amused by Kendra's nonchalance as the human began undressing in front of her and took the opportunity to examine the woman's body. Kendra was surprisingly muscular for a human female, fully as muscular as she was the gargoyle realized with surprise. This might actually turn out to be an interesting evening.
Kendra finished changing into her uniform, she turned to Demona, "It would probably be a good idea to go slowly tonight and get accustomed to each other's styles since they are likely to be very different," she proposed.
Demona sneered and seemed ready to make some cutting comment, but to Kendra's surprise the blue gargoyle only muttered, "Very well."
Kendra inserted her mouth guard, bowed to the gargoyle, and then sunk into a defensive position, "If you would attack first please."
A smirk was all the warning Demona gave before she attacked. It was deftly blocked. The immortal gargoyle was not surprised, she expected as much after reading the report on this human. Slowly Demona increased her attack speed and Kendra matched her perfectly, blocking each attack gracefully. Kendra called a halt and they backed away from each other and Demona went on the defensive.
Kendra was extremely careful at first, provoking Demona to angrily tell her to stop being so cautious, she wasn't one of the weak humans Kendra was used to sparring with. Kendra smiled in response, "I'm merely learning the distance I needed to avoid striking your wings. I understand you heal quickly, but I suspect a snapped wing vane would still hurt like a bitch and personally I'd be ashamed to midjudge a blow and harm you."
Demona sighed, irritated at this, but realized that Kendra would not seriously begin fighting till she was certain that she would not damage her wings. The human was taking her promise that she would not injure Demona very seriously, something the gargoyle found both equally annoying and amusing.
Finally, Kendra's attacks speeded up and Demona actually began enjoying herself as the attacks came in faster and faster. After a while, Kendra called a halt and suggested that they spar for another half hour then call it quits for this night. The next session they could begin sparring in earnest.
At the end of the half hour of sparring, Demona unbent enough to incline her head in response to Kendra's bow. The immortal gargoyle had not taken the human seriously, considering the sparring sessions an amusement that could be quickly dropped, but after fighting with Kendra for the past hour she realized how much she was enjoying the exercise. It had been a very long time since she had someone with which to practice fighting. Her only critique was, "You need to work on not being so rote, your martial arts' training is excellent, but you have a tendency to be too predictable because of it."
Kendra nodded thoughtfully, "I don't have any matching insight to give you. I can only complement you on your skill." She paused for a moment then continued in a softer tone, "I am honored that you agreed to spar with me."
She was sincere, Demona realized, startled. The immortal gargoyle found herself at a loss as to how to respond, she finally settled for an abrupt acknowledging nod which seemed to satisfy the human.
"When would you like to do this again?" Kendra asked. After a brief discussion, they decided to meet three times a week if their schedules permitted it.
"My changing room and shower are next door," Demona informed Kendra before the woman could begin stripping off her uniform once they agreed on when they would next meet.
Kendra chuckled, thinking of how she had blithely stripped in front of the gargoyle earlier. Apparently, Demona didn't want a repeat performance, "Mind if I use your shower? I'm sweaty and I don't want to get chilled on my way home."
Demona nodded, "I'll be in my office, let me know when you are ready to leave," she ordered and then left abruptly.
Kendra raised an eyebrow at the tone as she watched Demona leave; prickly didn't even begin to describe the gargoyle, razor sharp spikes of doom might though.
After showering and changing, Kendra stopped by the office and wished Demona a good night. It garnered her a disbelieving look from the gargoyle, and she turned to leave, not expecting a response.
The muttered, "good night," in response had Kendra turning back around in surprise, she nodded her acknowledgement and left before the gargoyle's mood could swing once again. In the elevator, remembering her own moodiness in the gym, she felt a pang of sympathy for the gargoyle. She was finding it hard to deal with her regret of what her family had done over the centuries, how much harder it must be for Demona to deal with her being a Canmore.
Demona rose and moved from her outer office into her inner one, she sat down at the security monitoring console and watched Kendra as she left the building. The woman was riding the same motorbike as she had earlier in the day, after meeting the human her choice of conveyance didn't seem as odd now. Kendra Canmore had more than a hint of wildness to her. She switched from the internal cameras to the building's exterior ones as Kendra left the parking garage. Her eyes narrowed as she saw a figure step out from the shadows of the street and attract Kendra's attention. Maza, she snarled silently as she recognized the figure.
She began tapping commands into the console, as she saw Kendra halt her bike next to the detective and remove the helmet from her head. She needed to hear what the two were saying; she needed to know what connection this Canmore had with the clan's pet human.
"Detective fancy meeting you again, I'm beginning to think you are following me around. Does that mean you're not as straight as I first thought?"
Demona winced and turned down the volume quickly as the exterior microphones abruptly picked up the conversation. A sly smile formed as she saw the detective scowl at Kendra. This wasn't what she had expected, but it certainly held possibilities for being far more entertaining than she had anticipated.
"What were you doing at Nightstone," Maza asked coolly, her question clearly the beginning of an interrogation.
The gargoyle saw Kendra's head tilt to the side, she didn't respond to the detective's question, instead she was silently staring at the woman. Demona wished that she could see the expression on Kendra's face, but the human had her back to the camera. She could however, see the detective's expression, and Detective Maza was looking more and more irritated as Kendra's silence continued.
"Sparring," Kendra finally answered just as it looked as if Maza was about to demand an answer. Demona snorted, she could hear the amusement in Kendra's voice. The woman was baiting the detective, and she wasn't being that subtle about it.
The brief snort changed into an actual chuckle as Demona watched Maza's expression, apparently that was not a response the detective had been expecting.
"Sparring?" Maza repeated blankly.
"Sparring," Kendra repeated slowly. She continued in a patient teaching tone, "It's where you and another person practice fighting together, hopefully with the end result of both parties improving their skill level." Maza glared in response, but Kendra ignored her displeasure, continuing in a normal tone, "I'll have to get better though for that, it was rather one sided tonight. I think all I did was to give her a bit of a workout, she's very good."
Maza seemed to recover herself, she now glared coldly at Kendra, "Jason told you what she tried to do, she was going to kill everyone if we hadn't stopped her and that's not the only time she's done something like that. She's a murderer several times over and you're sparring with her?"
Demona heard nothing over the speakers for a second, then Kendra replied, "Surely you aren't counting the hunters she's killed, I don't care what my cousin's say that was self defense. All they had to do was not hunt her and they would have lived."
"You can't really believe that," Maza snapped dismissively.
Demona didn't see Kendra move, but suddenly the detective looked very tense. Demona stared in surprise as she saw Maza's hand reach for the gun she knew was under the detective's coat. The detective jerked her hand abruptly back to her side a half second later with a startled expression that made it clear that the reaction had been instinctive and not purposeful, but it was clear to the gargoyle that Maza had come rather close to drawing her revolver. Kendra still had not moved or even twitched in response, she might have been a statue she was so still.
When Kendra finally spoke, it was easy to tell that she was angry by the sharpness of her tone, "I believe I might know more Canmore history than you do detective, and yes I do believe that. I don't know why you would think she's at fault for the Canmore's hunting her. Either Jason's been telling you lies or you simply haven't asked for the facts. So let me tell you the reason the Canmore's believe justifies every gargoyle murder they've committed over the centuries."
She continued sounding less angry as she related what she knew, "Demona and her clan of gargoyles allied with Macbeth. When Duncan, the Scottish king at that time, decided to attack Macbeth she stood by their alliance and they killed Duncan. Macbeth chose to not kill Duncan's son, who was named Canmore. When the Canmore became an adult he retaliated against Macbeth, by then Demona and Macbeth had parted ways and Canmore's troops were able to overrun Macbeth's castle and he was killed. After Macbeth was dead, Canmore vowed to kill all gargoyles simply because his father died in a battle to one. Last time I checked that wasn't usually considered a reasonable justification for mass murder."
Maza was still eyeing Kendra warily Demona noticed, as Kendra quit speaking. The gargoyle really wished that one of the exterior cameras covered Kendra's face. The immortal gargoyle had threatened to kill the detective several times and Maza had never looked as rattled as she had a moment ago. As far as she could tell, besides sounding angry, Kendra hadn't threatened the detective in any way. Yet it was obvious to Demona that Elisa Maza felt the same sense of threat from Kendra that she had felt earlier today during their meeting. Well maybe not the same she corrected herself, she had only felt slightly threatened, given that the detective had almost draw her weapon on Kendra, Demona guessed that Maza had felt more than slightly threatened. Interestingly enough, Demona belatedly realized, she hadn't noticed feeling that way tonight when she and Kendra were sparring.
"What about the claw marks on the mask," Maza's voice drew the gargoyles attention back to the monitors. "Wasn't the first hunter some boy she clawed and left scarred?"
Kendra's laughter in response to Maza's question surprised Demona, "Ah yes poor Gillecomigan, I guess Jason left out Canmore's own opinions of his father's hired assassin."
The scowl on the detectives face in response to Kendra's laughter faded into puzzlement, "Assassin? Jason only told me that Duncan and Canmore learned how to hunt gargoyles from him."
"I had a chance to see the original journal written by Canmore when my grandfather died, it was…enlightening, but not the way that Uncle Charles thought it would be when he showed it to me." Kendra explained coolly, "In it Canmore made it very clear that he thought Gillecomigan womanish because of the way he moaned and carried on about his scars and getting revenge on the gargoyle who clawed him. He also wrote that the man enjoyed killing gargoyles and men in the same measure. The only reason Canmore used the mask for his own hunts was because the mask was already recognized as a symbol, not because he wanted to take up the man's personal vendetta as his own."
Enlightening and enjoyable, thought Demona as she watched Maza's increasing uncertainty. She hadn't known what the connection was between the first Hunter and Duncan before hearing this.
Kendra was silent for a moment before finishing in a softer tone, "Gillecomigan was a man who enjoyed killing detective, both for his own personal pleasure and for money. He's hardly what I would cite as an example of an innocent victim. And in any case, unlike the other Canmores, I don't think that murdering entire families of gargoyles was in any way a justified response to her assault of him. I would think that as an officer of the law you wouldn't approve of his actions Detective."
"I don't," Elisa protested immediately.
"Indeed," Kendra responded, her tone shading toward coolness once again, "It sounded to me like you were agreeing with them."
"No," Maza responded to Kendra sharply, "no I don't. It just…" her voice trailed off and she looked troubled.
Kendra finished, "That it sounded more reasonable when Jason explained it? That's the hunter madness Elisa Maza. The older generation passes it down to the younger, and if I were you I'd be wary of listening to those justifications too much just in case the madness is contagious."
Elisa stared at her, "You make it sound like a disease."
"I do have a tendency to think of them as being rabid," Kendra admitted.
The detective frowned at Kendra, crossing her arms over her chest, "She didn't have to kill them, she could have disabled them," she muttered.
"Are you really that naive Detective, or perhaps you are just that callous when it involves her?" Kendra's tone was icily derisive when she next spoke.
Demona took in the detective's reaction to Kendra's anger with sharp interest. Maza didn't reach for her weapon this time, but the way the human suddenly paled, the grip her hands had on her arms and the extreme stillness with which she stood…the detective was definitely frightened. The gargoyle snarled her irritation at the lack of a camera with which she could see what Maza was seeing that frightened her so.
Kendra looked away from the detective; Demona could now see her profile as she looked up the street. A car's lights flashed across her face and her eyes reflected it back with a greenish glow. Maza seemed to take Kendra looking away from her as a sign that she could relax; the gargoyle noticed the detective taking in a few deep breaths.
"You seem to think that mercy on her part would have stopped them detective," Kendra turned back to the detective, her tone calmer, "You would be wrong though, she did leave some of them alive several centuries ago, but it only meant they lived to kill more gargoyles. Never once did any hunter she spared decide to stop their killing. Before Jason told me the other day that it was the same gargoyle, I used to think news had just gotten around among the gargoyles about what type of ruthless murders the Canmores were, that that was why the gargoyles had become just as ruthless as the hunters. Now I realize that she must have found out what they did after she spared them, and I can only imagine how much she must have bitterly regretted not killing them when she had the opportunity."
Demona stared at the monitor screen blankly, remembering. Yes, she had bitterly regretted not killing those hunters as she stood among the broken stone pieces of her kind.
"Most of the hunters were completely merciless." Kendra continued, "They came home after they had killed entire family groups and wrote about it in their journals. Wrote about killing hatchlings, about smashing eggs…killing the most innocent of all life. They wrote about it as if it were something to be proud of instead of revealing how truly monstrous they had become. Leaving them alive didn't persuade them they were wrong detective, the only thing that stopped them from killing was when she killed them," Kendra finished.
The angry, sorrowful bitterness with which the human spoke echoed Demona's own emotions as she remembered the small shattered forms.
The sound of Kendra's motorbike starting up pulled Demona's attention back to the bank of monitors, "So detective you can keep telling yourself that there would have been no hunters and no Quarrymen if only she hadn't ever struck back at those trying to harm her." Kendra commented, "Excuse me though if I choose not to do decide the same, because I believe she has the same right to defend herself that I do. Good night Detective Maza."
Kendra put her helmet back on and left without another glance at the detective, not that Maza tried to stop her again. The detective only stared after her with a pensive look on her face. When Maza finally spoke, it was in a whisper that the microphones barely picked up, "You may be right Kendra, but it doesn't excuse the fact that she's tried to kill her own clan, and it doesn't excuse the fact that's she's killed her own share of completely innocent people."
Demona's eyes glowed red and she growled as she watched the detective pass out of the camera's range. She would remember that comment, but for now it was more useful for Maza to remain alive. With any luck, Goliath's pet human would tell the clan what she had heard tonight and Angela would hear about the things humans had done to them. Her daughter hadn't believed her when she tried to tell her, but she would know that Demona had told her the truth if she heard about this conversation from the detective.
Demona waited awhile longer and exited Nightstone from the rooftop, making sure there were no gargoyles or Quarrymen about first. Tomorrow night she would begin her plan with the Assassin and 'save' her daughter and the clan from the Quarrymen.
Continued...