What could be more welcoming as a first step into the outside world than an enormous box store?
Soon, over the night skies of nearby Prague, Maeve struggled to catch up to the older gargoyle. “Veronica, wait!” she cried, panting. “I’ve never flown this far before!”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Veronica said. Practice had made her a strong flier, but the cave-bound gargoyles had no such opportunity.
Which also meant that pursuit was unlikely. “I don’t see anyone behind us?” she said, looking back. “For whatever that’s worth. But we’re almost there anyway.”
“Where are we going?” Maeve panted.
Veronica descended toward her target: a darkened box store in a quiet strip mall. “Girl, we are going shopping.”
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