C12 Book 1 The Crime Scene

He who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose. ~ Anne Bronte

The cold air of the rainy evening hits me as we exit the mausoleum. The gargoyles, Okura and Akuro, do not come to life to greet us again, but I feel Okura's eyes on me as we walk away, and I swear she winks at me.

"What do you think it means?" I ask, referring to the final wish of Mary Dracule.

Sebastian shrugs