Chapter 78

"Brady Street Cemetery? Why here? Why Whitechapel?" Edward scratched at his beard and scowled deeply, his black eyes glowering under thick brows. The hearth was cold and blackened with ash. I sat on the rug in front of the great fireplace, picking at the frayed edge of the carpet. Harper was staring at me. I didn't need to look up to know that his eyes were upon me. I could feel them tracing a path across my skin, like fingertips running across my eyelids, my cheekbones, my lips. I concentrated on the rug, pulling on a thread and winding it around my forefinger. "Because it's our territory. And what better way to placate us than by agreeing to meet on our ground?" Garrick said. "And although the cemetery is closed to the public, it is surrounded on all sides by blocks of flats. Any attack would be seen and heard. They are making a statement: We will not harm you. And why would they? It is to their benefit that this meeting goes ahead, as does the deal." I couldn't resist g