I cursed the whole way down the stairs and out of the inn we were staying in.
I continued to curse as Arran and I ran down the street chasing after the man yelling about the escaped Griffin.
I cursed louder when Arran swooped me off my feet, then dropped me down without warning on top of said man before coming to a gentle, soundless landing beside us.
“A little warning next time?” I spat in Arran’s direction, and he grinned.
“Look out below?” Arran said casually to the man I yanked up from the ground while examining his own nails.
“You’re.. Did you break one?” I swallowed more curses as Arran raised a brow in my direction. “Thank you for the help.” I gritted out. “And you! Where’s the Griffin? What happened?” The man was looking swiftly between Arran and I, but muttered a quick story
