Avery’s POV
The space on the other side of the high stone walls opened up into a large space. The walls expanded to left and right in gentle curves, while the path continued forward before splitting in two and running around a small hill dominated by a huge oak tree.
I stepped forward in amazement. The space was overgrown. Vines and weeds had crept over the walls and garden beds that lined the edges, but the land sloped away downhill, dotted with fruit trees - the remains of an old orchard.
“Truly?” I spun to face Gideon who was standing, hands in pockets, watching me. “You would give me this space?”
Already I was having visions of what I would do here. Add a large basin for reflecting the moon at the base of that circled path, plant bulbs in the winter so that in the spring this pla
