Chapter Twelve
No air smelled as sweet to Griffin O’Shea as that of the Fargelsi countryside. As the portal closed behind him and his magic faded once again, Griffin took a deep breath. He was home. He could see the hillside cottage Queen Regan had given him when he was still only a young man. She’d recognized his need for his own space away from the chaos of palace life. In those moments, she had been good to him. A true mother who cared for the young Iskaltian prince she’d taken as her charge when he was just two years old. Those moments made it difficult to think poorly of her even now.
Griffin turned away from the cottage to find Gulliver running in circles in the thick green grass of the open pasture, a huge smile on his face, and the first flicker of movement in the remnant of his
