“Dare I even ask?”
Sitting on the stoop, vacated by the pumpkins at some point, Cinder looked up to find his solitude intruded upon by one of the council members. There were two species of gargoyle, the Masonry like Cinder, and the Guardians who looked after departed souls. In a sense of governing someone a long time ago, there was set in place a series of rules and stipulations that had to be met before a gargoyle could be elected for a council role. As it stood, there were two of each species. Standing before him was Gerard, gray haired with mesmerizing blue eyes, thick boned and rugged, and as always, dressed in clothing Cinder imagined cost as much as his home renovations.
“I think you sort of just did.”
“Gearing up for Hallow’s Eve?”
“In a manner of speaking,” he said. “Io has his
