Chapter Three Griffin
“My bum hurts.”
Griffin ignored Gulliver’s complaining as he focused on the feel of the horse beneath him. It was a stronger beast than any he’d seen in Myrkur, one that had done Griffin well in battle.
When he was fighting against the people he felt should be his.
“I’m tired.”
Griffin glanced at Gulliver out of the corner of his eye but didn’t respond. He had too much on his mind.
Like Riona who hadn’t fired a single arrow in the battle weeks ago. He still couldn’t get the image of her among the Slyph forces, turning to fly back into Myrkur for reasons he couldn’t fathom.
“I’m hungry.”
Griffin turned in his saddle to give Gulliver a scathing look. “Really? Is that all that’s wrong with you? You’re in pain, tired, and hungry? What about the heat? Would you lik
