Chapter Nine
Riona
Riona couldn’t remember worrying about anyone. She’d never experienced the fear that came with illness or the waiting because she’d never cared about anyone enough to fear their death. That was the worst part. She didn’t want to care. “Griffin.” She knocked on the door again. “Are you okay?” She heard the water running before the door to the washroom opened, revealing a sweating Griffin who could barely keep his head up.
“I’m fine.” He tried to brush past her, but his steps faltered, and he slammed his shoulder into the wall.
“You are not fine.” She took his arm and guided him down the hallway to the bed he’d claimed.
Something happened when he went into that village she couldn’t see, but he never had the chance to tell them. As soon as he portaled back to the house
