Chapter 142 Chapter

"He gave me a cake." "A cake?" I smiled, enjoying the boy's little story more than I had the original Gruffalo. "Yes," grinned Lucius. "A really big one with chocolate on top and loads and loads of cream in the middle. Garrick said it was called an....éclair." He frowned as if trying really hard to remember the right word. "Did Garrick have a cake too?" "Um no....he was busy talking to the Gruffalo man." My smile faltered a little. "Gruffalo...man?" I looked over at Garrick who was busy embracing Fenton, catching his face in his hands and patting him on one cheek almost affectionately. I'd never given much thought to how different maker-fledgling relationships could be, other than to have wished that Harper had nurtured me in the same way that Ezekiel had cared for Benjamin during his transformation. Harper and I were either constantly at odds with each other or constantly drawn to each other. I knew nothing of the father-child relationship that Benjamin had with his sons. Of course, H