Chapter 18 Soren

The griffin has its claws in my waistcoat and its beak in my armpit, and it's purring. I didn't know griffins purred. I didn't wish to know.

I'm halfway up the orchard path when the laughing behind me stops.

I turn. She's by the dower house wall, and Hollis is in front of her with an apple in h...

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