“Oh hells, I’d forgotten about the Griffin Corps naming tradition. If it got out that Feli—Atticus called me Harpy, I’d never escape it. It was a miracle he hadn’t told the other griffins already.

“Waiting,” he purred into my mind. Apprehension shivered down my spine at the sly mischief in his tone.

“Waiting for what?”

“The perfect moment.”

My brow furrowed before understanding hit. “You’re waiting for the perfect moment to tell everyone you call me Harpy?”

“Yes.” He trilled a laugh. “Live in fear.”

My griffin was evil.”