A Dangerous Truth
Griffin’s POV
The air seemed too heavy to breathe, and the room seemed smaller. As I gazed at the pictures, my heart pounded against my chest.
Victor.
Alive. He is on his way to us.
For me. I could sense the strain in Griffin, even though he was unreadable. His knuckles went white from holding the folder so tightly. Damon stood stiffly, observing him intently.
"How can we be certain that this isn't a setup?" At last, Griffin inquired in a stern and icy tone.
Damon's mouth twitched. "Because our guy inside gave us this." It's true.
Griffin turned away, panting, and slammed the folder closed.
I stepped forward unsteadily. "What is meant by this?"
"It indicates that he has been observing," Damon stated. "He has been making plans."
My stomach turned over.
Gryphon
