*Griff*
“Enough, Llewelyn!” I growl, shoving Meg away from me. She stumbles back with a small gasp, looking startled, but Llewelyn only laughs harder as I rebutton my pants.
“Come on, Griff. Don’t be such a prude,” he taunts me, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“I didn’t come here to be a part of your games, Llewelyn,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. I knew coming here wouldn’t be easy, but I did hope I could talk some sense into my brother.
Llewelyn grins. “Games are what make this horrible life fun…. I like games.”
“Alright, enough with the games, Llewelyn. Can you help or not?” I growl, my patience having reached its limit. His laughter dies down immediately, replaced by a serious gaze that he directs at the medallion he has been studying.
“I have been looking at this, Griff,”
