*Griff*
I stand there, looking at the others, my gaze shifting between Jean, Edward, and Llewelyn. “We need to check the addresses,” I say. “We have no choice.”
“I agree with Griff,” Llewelyn grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, looking less than pleased.
“Fine,” Edward replies, rolling his eyes. “But I’m not going with Llewelyn.”
“No one suggested that, Edward,” Jean interrupts, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You’re with me.”
It’s settled then. We are going to check out the addresses the demon has given us.
I can feel Anaïs’ concern even before she voices it. Her eyes, full of worry, meet mine.
Anaïs grabs my arm before I can leave. “Griff, I don’t like this.”
“I know, love.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “I will keep you updated through the mind link. Promise.”
