Page 124 of The Protective Gryphen

As he went to leave, Gryphen grabbed his arm. This mattered to Ian, and that meant the kilts could wait. Was it odd standing there in only a shirt and his boxer briefs?

Hell.

Yeah.

Would he do it for his boxer wearing obsessed man who couldn’t help himself?

Hell.

Yeah.

“It’s okay. Go ahead,” he said, taking a seat while Ian questioned Aiden. “We can finish after. I don’t mind.”

He hesitated.

“Are you sure? I know you think it’s silly…”

He stopped him.

“No, I don’t think it’s silly. It’s our mystery, and you love one, so go ahead. We have all of the time in the world,” he added.

Ian grinned.

When he focused on the tailor, the man continued.

“No one knows, Laddie. There’s much speculation on it too. Lore says she bore him a child, and he was angry it was a male. No Granndach has ever had a female sire, and he supposedly told her to go back to Ireland.”

Ian shook his head.

“Poor Ceit.”

The father added his two cents.

“There’s also the rumors that he caught her cheating on him, even while he was doing the same. It was an arranged marriage, and she didn’t love him.”

Well, they’d read the journal pages.

She’d definitely loved him toward the end when she was with child.

Gryphen loved how invested in this Ian had become. It took his mind off of Will Jackson, so sign him up.

“Where can I learn more?” Ian asked.

Aiden thought about it.

“You could try the church. They have records, but I’m not sure they go back that far. No one’s really thought to research it. It’s just always been lore.”

Oh, they understood that. Only, hitting up the church to dig around?

That worked for him.

Ian glanced over at Gryphen.

“Can we go to church?” he asked.

He grinned.

“Not a sentence I thought I’d hear coming from you, but of course.”

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