No matter what anyone said, cycles were exhausting, particularly to me. I found myself sore, achy and tired at every stop. Arran was still moody and withdrawn, which didn’t improve my own moodiness in any way. If I felt better, I’d probably bear his irritability with more grace, but instead, we were like two snapping dogs fighting over the same bone.
The Griffin eventually got tired of our bickering and forced himself between us with a Gods-awful shriek that nearly burst my eardrums. He complained of our childish behavior and demanded we stay apart if we couldn’t get along. “Especially,” He snarled “As we will be reaching our destination soon, and need I remind you both that I am looking at the King of Faery and future Queen of this land. Be have!” I did not feel as chastised as I probabl
