My impulse to pull away vanished. As I stood there, my shoulders became damp. I searched his expression, too jaded to believe in white knights. Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn’t do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart. “Don’t make me promises,” I whispered, and the earnest glow in his eyes tarnished.

Head down, I ducked out from his hands, going to the table and recapping the corn syrup as if nothing had happened, but my shoulders were cold, making it feel as if he was touching me still. I couldn’t let myself like him. It was too stupid to think about.

“Look, I’ve traveled by ley lines a lot,” I persisted, wanting to change the subject. “I can even hold myself together without help. Al hasn’t had to keep my soul from going all over the continent for weeks. Can you at least tell me how gargoyles fit into it?”

His head down, Pierce returned to the sink and dumped the pan of sudsy water.

“Oh, come on!” I cajoled as I slid the corn syrup in next to the cornflakes and shut the door hard. Why does Nick have six bottles of corn syrup? “I won’t tell Al!”

Still Pierce said nothing as he rinsed the dishpan and put it away damp. He was frowning when he turned back, and upon seeing my arms over my chest, he held up his hands in surrender. “Holding your soul together is but a small part,” he said, and I made a satisfied huff, turning to dry the silverware. “To put it all on one stick, you need to shift your aura to match a ley line.”

I pulled three drawers open looking for the silverware, dropping it in when I found it. There was no order, just everything all jumbled together in an otherwise empty drawer. Ivy would have an OCD moment. “I didn’t know you could do that,” I said. “Shift your aura. What, like make it a different color?”

“No. Color shifts slowly with our experiences, but the sound it makes is … flexible.”

I bumped the drawer shut with my hip, turning. “Auras make sounds?” I questioned.

“Apparently,” he said sourly. “Mine never says anything that I can hear.”

I smiled, relaxing at the drop in tension. “How can you change something you can’t even hear?” I complained. “It’s like teaching a deaf woman how to speak immaculately.”

“That,” Pierce said as he put the plates away, “is an almighty fine comparison. And why it takes a gargoyle to teach you. You need to know what sound your aura needs to be, and gargoyles are the only creatures that can hear auras and ley lines both.”