Sibyl made her way to Griffin's room, knocking softly on the doorframe.
A very sleepy-looking Griffin appeared a few seconds later. "Hey, Sib."
"Oh, I hope I didn't wake you."
Her eyes travelled down of their own accord. He was shirtless, his pyjama pants riding lower on his hips than he had probably intended. He hastily yanked them up, his cheeks colouring. "It's ok. Can't seem to stay asleep anyway."
She looked away sharply. "We need to talk about tomorrow."
He motioned for Sibyl to come into the room. "Reyna said we're off to Scotland."
"Yes and no. Scotland is our first stop. The Gatekeeper's riddle tells me we've got to head to the Isle of Skye - to the Fairy Pools. Do you know anything about Celtic mythology...about the Fair Folk?"
"Fair Folk," he repeated, unblinking. "You
