Chapter Twenty-One
The biting cold wasn’t something Griffin would ever forget. He was a child when he last set foot in his home kingdom of Iskalt, before his uncle took his father’s throne. Before Lochlan reclaimed it with an Eldurian army fortified by the Iskaltians still loyal to the royal line.
And Griffin hadn’t been there. He should have stood at his brother’s side, should have fought for their family.
Instead, he chose to forsake the only other person who mourned his parents the way he did. He barely remembered them, but he knew they’d have wanted their boys to fight for each other, not against each other.
They’d have been ashamed of him.
Riona stood at his side, wearing an outfit of Myles’ that fit her awkwardly. Her wings were hidden underneath her shirt, folded in on themselv
