10
Arsen
I take Fiore to the French Quarter in the bright midday sun. The bodyguards are with us, but I make sure they stay back, out of our way. She clings to my hand as we make our way to a little patisserie that I like, walking on the sidewalk, under the balconies. Almost every place is a business, advertising by hanging heavy signs overhead.
Fiore is quick to point out the funny ones, especially the one that reads “Hotel Beaucoup — Haunted and Not Haunted Rooms Available”. She thinks the sign is funny, her lips lifting as she reads it aloud.
“Are the rumors of ghost hauntings true?” I ask.
She slides me a look. “It depends on whether you believe in them, I suppose. But I swear, I’ve been in the Lalaurie Mansion over on Royal Street and I’ve felt the presence of spirits. Oh, and do
