Chapter 223: The Stone Beneath My Pillow

Griffin~

The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the scorching heat of the void or the cold silence of the woods where I’d passed out, but real warmth—soft blankets, a plush mattress, the scent of lemon soap and fresh linen. I blinked groggily, eyes squinting against the golden afternoon light spilling through the half-drawn curtains.