Fae’s Promise
Griffin
Retreat.
It was a strange thought. The army pulled back from the battle they’d been fully engaged in, but it didn’t lessen what they’d already lost. It didn’t clear the rocky valley of the bodies of their fallen friends.
It didn’t wash the blood from a warrior’s hands.
Griffin O’Shea wasn’t a man to back away from a fight, but even he’d known they couldn’t defeat Egan’s Dark Fae army who had defensive powers he’d never imagined they possessed, powers that kept the Light Fae from decimating them with magic.
For a seventh straight day since the battle, he stood looking at the bloodied rocks spanning the distance from the trees at his back to the prison realm at his front. There was no longer a barrier separating the two, no magic keeping him on opposite sides from
