Chapter Twenty-Five
Griffin
Griffin couldn’t sit still as he paced the length of his room. At least here there was no noise except the magic getting used to him once more. It filled his every sense, every part of him.
It was home.
He wasn’t meant to live without magic, but it was a consequence of his prison sentence that he’d learned to accept. .
He walked to the window and clutched the frame, looking out onto the sleeping palace grounds. It didn’t take long to grow used to the changing of night to day and day to night. When the sky remained dark, you had to use other markers.
Like the moon, perpetually full, hanging overhead. The stars scattered across the sky.
A knock sounded on his door. He steeled himself, letting his shoulders hunch and his steps falter before pulling the heavy
