Chapter Seventeen Griffin
Griffin’s bloodshot eyes ran across the page in front of him, the ancient Fargelsian words and letters a jumble of nonsense.
“Drink this, it’ll help.” Brea poured him a steaming cup of Eldur brew. The stuff she claimed was the fae equivalent of human coffee. It was the one human vice she refused to give up. “This is the good stuff too. Straight from the human realm.”
“Not Eldur brew?” He peered into the mug with slightly less contempt.
“Of course not, I wouldn’t dare serve a royal fae such a common drink.” Her sarcasm dripped like venom from her smart mouth.
“And here I thought you liked me better than you did when we were married.” His tone was teasing, but his words reminded them of the bond they still shared. The bond that made everything awkward between t
