Chapter Seventeen
Griffin
Failure came in many forms, but Griffin often wondered if he’d ever know what success felt like.
He sat on the snow-covered bank of the pond where he’d first seen Tia and Toby skating. Nessa would have loved that. She’d have loved the sun beating down on her, and the other children to run and play with. Even now when two of them were missing, the Iskalt palace teemed with the children of servants Brea allowed to play where they liked.
“You’re going to catch a chill, brother.” Lochlan lowered himself to the ground beside him. “In your condition, you need rest. Why don’t we push off your journey a few days?”
Griffin snorted. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you remembered your kids.”
Lochlan’s brow scrunched. “I’ve tried. Every night, I try to conjure images of
