Chapter Ten
Griffin
Griffin found himself back in the fighting pits, waiting for the killing blow that would free him from the constant cycle of guilt and regret. Riona came at him, her wings stretching to the sky like she was an ethereal being, not mere fae. The tattoos along her arms spoke to him in a language he couldn’t understand. He needed to find their true meaning.
But he wouldn’t get the chance. He cowered as she raised a sword above her head. Before she brought it down, blackness crept along the edges of her wings, eventually spreading like spilled ink across blank parchment.
“Kill him,” Egan commanded.
Nearby, a woman sang a familiar song, but Griffin couldn’t quite make out the words. His surroundings changed, and he was back in Fela watching his people lose everything.
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