"Mister Gilbert," Klaus said, gesturing to where the garden had been. "He kept the gardens at the estate. He taught me as well, when I was quite young."

He dragged his hand down his face, breathing in the air. Aifaran didn't have the underlying stench of Jerusalem's Lot, but the soft floral fragrance had vanished from the air, leaving an empty feeling in his chest.

It faded quickly, or perhaps Klaus just gently ushered it to somewhere safer, more protected.

"Forgive me, I'm feeling nostalgic it seems. Are you partial much to plants, Miss Valdis?