Shadows of the Past
Griffin's POV
The penthouse's air felt heavy, as if a storm were about to hit. I stood close to the window and looked out at the city below, where the lights were dancing wildly. I kept going over the previous exchange I had with Griffin in my restless head. The worst part was that I had no idea how to stop it, and the weight of everything was crushing.
The letter, the person in the corridor, and our increasing separation all combined to drag me down. The only person who could help me was too far away to get to me, and I felt like I was drowning.
The sound of footsteps behind me caused me to turn. Gryphon stood close to the doorway, his tie loose, his eyes darker than normal, as if he had just returned from yet another long day.
"Ivy," he began quietly, his tone ca
