Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1913

I guess I was courting trouble back then, or at least that's what I thought. That evening, after Griffin took a shower, I helped him shave. I had braced myself to see someone who looked like a down-and-out beggar. But as I got a better look at Griffin's face, I realized my mistake. He was actually more handsome than a freshly-shaven Robinson Crusoe.

Aunt Mary was always a bit of a hard case, but maybe it was Griffin's good looks that softened her up. Even though she was over fifty, she surprisingly had a change of heart. Griffin could stay, but with one condition - he had to work shirtless in the fields every day. I could almost hear Aunt Mary's scheming from a mile away. And honestly, it made sense; at her age, having a nice view was a natural craving.

tough times in the countryside. Griffin was amazing in every way. Although he wasn't much of a talker, he was gentle,

them at the slightest hint of trouble. If he sensed I was upset, he'd kneel. If he thought he'd

past, and I never pressed him. Over time, I got used to having him around, like he was my own personal guardian angel. We faced danger together more times than I could count. Or rather, he

about what was going on, I finally learned about his past that night. Griffin had always been ashamed, worried I'd look down

it happen. Only by heading to Devonport could Griffin see Colby. During this time, I also crossed paths with Sophie. In Joseph's memories, Sophie had died from