Thea couldn’t shake the sense of unease that had followed her all morning. Although she had enjoyed showing ‘Roger’ and George the mews and the Griffin’s, it hadn’t allowed her any alone time with her lover. No opportunity to check in with him and alleviate her fears. He’d looked at her strangely in the garden, and had clearly been uncomfortable.
But perhaps it was nothing more than trying to keep their romance a secret, as they had agreed to do? She was lost in her thoughts, brushing out the feathers of a large male griffin called Tome. He flexed his wings, a stray feather coming loose. He arched a golden neck and picked the feather out placing it against her hand.
Thea smiled, thanking the animal silently with her thoughts. It wasn’t necessary to speak aloud near the creatures, they
