Chapter Twenty-Three Griffin
Griffin couldn’t seem to shift his eyes away from the starless night sky, hoping for a glimpse of Riona’s wings. There was still enough of their original white, he should be able to spot her.
“She’s long gone, Griff.” Lochlan urged his mount to keep up with Griffin’s.
“That blasted woman is going to get herself killed.” Griffin drove their horses to a breakneck pace over the barren plains. “Her and her blasted wings,” he muttered, wishing he could travel by horse as quickly as she could fly.
“She’s a capable warrior,” Brea reminded him as she and Gulliver struggled to keep up with Griffin, Hector, and Lochlan. “But are you certain she’s gone after Egan?”
“Positive.” Griffin gripped the reins, urging his horse to go faster. “I know she can take care of hers
