“Let us come to an understanding, King of the Faery. I bow to no mortal!” The Griffin didn’t yell, but the menace in its voice was enough to shake me to my core. I braced for another Shift, hoping I would live through it, considering my condition, but Arran merely laughed.
“I suppose it’s a good thing we are not mere mortals then, nor are the current King and Queen of this land.” Arran scoffed, then shoved me in front of himself. “This is their first-born daughter. My betrothed. Do you really believe I would, as you say, be ‘chasing’ some mere human myself?” Arran snorted, and the Griffin stilled, eyeing me again. Meanwhile, my mind froze, trying to catch up to what ploy Arran was attempting to use now. And how much danger it was about to put me in. “You are right, of course. Her blood is
