Chapter 97

• Sullivan wasn’t worried if the big monk took it. If there was a problem, a real monk would figure it out sooner or later. But if Opal Jensen’s grandma got it, that would be bad.
• As the monk’s face grew more hesitant and pained, Sullivan knew the price had blown past what he could handle. Was Elise Marlowe really going to take it?
• This bodhi vine wasn’t some random antique. If it got tainted by evil energy, it would be ruined for good. Even if you purged whatever was inside, it would become a useless stick—wouldn’t even make a decent cane for an old lady.