Griffin’s grin was gone, though. “My job is to protect my king. You are—” He scratched at his chin, trying to find the words. “Dangerous for him.” I scoffed. “Right. The great Kane Ravenwood taken down by Arwen from Abbington. Terrifying.” Griffin stood. “It is no laughing matter. He cannot have a single weakness when he goes up against Lazarus, and yet, you are his. Nothing could be more perilous for Evendell.”
