Chapter Twenty-Four
“Do you have many memories of Iskalt? Or were you too young?” Lochlan asked as they rode along the palace trails through the woods. Griffin was helping Lochlan “survey the land,” but it was really just an excuse to spend some time together so Lochlan could figure out how he felt about Griffin’s return. His brother had always been nothing if not predictable.
“Nothing concrete, but I do remember flashes of mother and father and you.” Griffin rode quietly beside Lochlan along the winding trail that wrapped around the lake where the kids were ice-skating when Griffin first arrived only a few days ago.
“You remember me?” Lochlan glanced at him. “You couldn’t have been more than two years old when they died.”
“I have a vague memory of the day of their funeral. Callum want
