Chapter Thirteen Griffin
Griffin’s hand drifted down his side. The bandages wrapped tightly around his torso made it difficult to get a deep breath.
But he was healing. They all were.
“We’re going to be late.” Riona tugged his hand as they made their way through the battle-torn streets just days after Egan fled Raudur City with his few remaining loyal followers.
“Hurry, Griff.” Gulliver ran ahead of them. “I’m starving.”
The Eldurians had spent the last two days cleaning their city. They still had a long way to go, but they were in high spirits. Now that their king—though he wasn’t conscious—and queen had returned with the young prince and princess, they could see the light at the end of the tunnel. For them it was a matter of celebrating their victory and picking up the pieces to con
