Chapter Twelve
Griffin
The lullaby haunted Griffin. It called to him in the darkness of his dreams, giving him strength. But there was something else too. The song fortified him, yes, but he wondered what such magic cost, and in the end, would it be worth it?
Screams echoed around him, and the music stopped.
“Keep playing. It soothes him.” A voice he couldn’t identify reached him through the fog. “I think it reminds him of our childhood.”
It did remind Griffin of when he was a small boy running through the gardens of the Gelsi palace with Regan chasing him, laughing and offering him hugs and sweets. Showering him with kisses and the love of a mother he so desperately needed. Those memories chased away the distressing sounds that called for his attention now.
Something about those sou
