Chapter Nineteen Griffin
Rain soaked the village, welcoming the Dark Fae home to Myrkur. Griffin stood on the edge of the village, staring out at the sparse forest where trees struggled to keep their leaves. They weren’t far from the rocky mountain passes leading to Kvek’s stronghold he’d once broken into when he was injured.
When he’d thought he was going to die.
There were very few memories he had of Myrkur that were good, but a few hours ride from here was Fela where he’d become the person he was.
Somewhere in this harsh terrain was Hector, once again trying to survive under Egan’s rule.
“This darkness feels familiar.” Brea stepped up beside him. “There’s a coldness to it, isn’t there?” She had a hood pulled up over her dark hair, shielding her face from the drizzling rain.
“For a
