she is now, or if she even got out alive. Greystone, can you—”
“Well,” Greystone said abruptly, “guess I’d better get back to work. No rest for the wicked, and all that. See you around, boyo. I’m going back on duty before anyone ­notices I’m AWOL.”
“Hey,” Eric said, getting to his feet as Greystone climbed out the window. Maybe Greystone hadn’t wanted to be asked if he and the Guardians could find Ria, but that didn’t mean he had to just run off like that!
There was a knock at the door.
He stared after the gargoyle. The knocking continued. Thinking it was Toni, knowing that Guardian House would never allow in anything that could do its inhabitants any harm, Eric opened the door.
Ria was standing there, still dressed in battered denim and leather. A few snowflakes lay on her hair g