Chapter 32

“He felt it.”

Now he’s talking to me.

Aemon doesn’t say Griffin’s name. Doesn’t look at him.

But I do.

Griffin’s gaze locks on mine. His long dark hair is damp with snow; squared shoulders under his high-collared coat. He stares at my neck. His mark.

I tremble. And I hate that it’s not just from ...

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