Sometimes a heart of stone is a good thing.
Cachet dreamed of a handsome gargoyle mate of her own, and Rook swept her away with his dark good looks. Since the Purge, gargoyles are rare, so when a young gargoyle miss arrives, claiming to be his true mate, Cachet smells something fishy. She’s not sharing her mate, and the little harpy has to go.
There’s going to be a catfight in the old house tonight, and only one gargoyle will get her man.
Short story in the world of Iron & Hemlock