Darragh and Sibyl ran, juggling their unconscious burdens as they raced toward what they hoped was freedom. It had taken them two days to get to the castle; if it took them two days to return, Griffin would almost certainly die. The turning process took a grisly toll on the body; it required the turned to die and then be reborn anew. The fabric of his being had been torn apart, then stitched into something new. He needed human and blood and soon.
Darragh had read that time moved at a different pace on this side of the veil. If you were unlucky, you could walk through the portal on a Tuesday, stay for one day, and come back through on a Wednesday...two years later.
This time, it seemed Lady Luck was on their side. Some said, on this side, the land was alive, a personification of the bei
