Five
I run all the way back to my bedroom, tug the door open, and slam it shut. I take a few unsteady steps into the room, barely seeing my surroundings. All I see is a man’s neck flipping to the side, and blood squirting from—
I turn, blinking, as if I can somehow look away from the memory. Still breathing heavily from the run, I push my fingers through my hair. What the hell was I thinking coming to this place? That I’d actually be able to get away with the answers I need because I have a powerful Griffin Ability I can use against people? A Griffin Ability I can’t call upon at will, and which can be used to fulfill someone else’s purposes due to a potion I didn’t know existed. What a miserable joke. I should have guessed, though, that something like this would happen. There’s so much I
