We were a long way from what we’d been. The power to command and shape stone. For other gargoyles to bow simply because of who and what we were? That disappeared that night. I’d inked it on my skin so I’d never forget. As if every day that we lived wasn’t a constant reminder of what had happened. “For the knowledge that he would never have to worry about us breaking away from here and that he wouldn’t be challenged? Yes, I think that he would. And all he has to do is take her one step beyond our circle, and we won’t be able to get to her.”
