Henry is in top form after some rest (and I am sure relaxation via Scarlet if the noises from the spare room reveal anything). He sits us down and pulls out a leather journal. It is bursting at the seams. Settling into his chair, he pushes his glasses down onto his nose. I grin; sometimes Henry really is just a walking cliché. “So in my studies, I compiled several notes-” “You keep notes on Lilith?” I ask. “Shut up,” Scarlet says. “He’s scholarly. It’s sexy.” “Also likely illegal,” I mumble. She smiles, but we turn our attention back to Henry. “I want to start in Eden,” he says. Caleb and Alec, who had been standing, grab chairs. It’s going to be that kind of lesson. “Even before the fruit.” “The apple?” Scarlet asks. “Most scholars think it was actually a fig,” Henry corrects.
