Chapter Sixteen
“Griff!” Riona’s scream tore through their suite of rooms, sending a spike of fear right into Griffin.
He raced from his room, across the sitting room, and slammed open Riona’s door to find her standing before a looking glass in a mess of ocean blue that left her arms bare. The tattoos normally painting her dark arms were gone.
As in, vanished, leaving behind beautiful unmarked brown skin.
“How?” Griffin couldn’t take his eyes from her arms. “You yelled for me? I thought you were dying.”
Riona sent a scowl over one shoulder. “Someone is going to die if they don’t get me out of this ridiculous dress.”
Griffin’s expression softened. He’d known another girl ten years ago who’d hated the Fargelsian styles when it meant she couldn’t live in her riding pants.
“You look…” H
