Chapter Five
Griffin ran up the trail through the mountains to catch up with Hector and Gulliver, his clothes dripping and sodden, making him shiver in the darkness. He didn’t trust Riona at her word, that somehow by releasing him the score was settled between them. It was too easy. And nothing was ever easy in Myrkur.
“Griff loves you like you’re his own son.” Hector’s voice reached him across the rocky terrain. He could just make out their forms ahead. Gulliver’s tail dragged sadly behind him, and his shoulders drooped.
“Griff would never let them hang you, Gullie. He’d die first before he’d let anything happen to you.” Hector draped a strong arm across Gulliver’s slim shoulders as they led the horse and mule along the narrow path.
“But it’s all my fault, Hector. He’s going to die be
