Chapter Eleven
Griffin leaned back, letting the sunlight warm his face. He couldn’t get enough of it. Yet, Gulliver sat in the shadows of the barn, shielding his face from the sun’s rays streaming in through the window. His cat-like eyes ran with tears from the brightness of the late afternoon light, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at everything he could see.
“When will this misery end?” Riona’s voice sounded muffled under her wings she’d shielded herself with.
“A few more hours, but it’s fading. You’ll be fine once the sun begins to set, and then we’ll go into town for provisions.”
“Do it again, Griff.” Gulliver begged. “Open a portal.”
“I can’t right now, I must rest for a while and wait until night.” He glanced at Riona, wondering if she understood the limitations of his
