DESPITE THE ANCIENT aspect of the monk’s garden, it somehow reminded Jack of home. Maybe it was the garden full of flowers or the stone statues spouting water. Perhaps it was simply the fact that Nicole was curled up in his lap. She made him feel like the Captain of the football team with the prettiest cheerleader sitting on his lap. Jack stroked Nicole’s hair as she described the Elven council school to Clarence.
Cabal and Sarah walked among the garden hand in hand like a couple of teenage sweethearts. Jack couldn’t help, but smile as Cabal plucked a rose and offered it to Sarah. What a romantic goofball Cabal was.
The Prestons sat at the stone table eating and watching Clarence as he listened. It was understandable, magic was illegal here and Clarence was a monk, a man of God. You coul
