To go or not to go—that was the question.
Riley had been stuck in the same spot for the last fifteen minutes, scribbling like a madman in the margins of his notebook while flipping through random books. Every page number became a sign from the universe: odd meant go, even meant don't. Fifty pages later, and the verdict was clear.
According to page 314, he wasn't supposed to go.
"..."
Except... he really wanted to.
Because unfortunately, Riley had this annoying thing called a conscience. He'd told Orien he'd try. Not promise, but try. And if he didn't at least show up with something, he'd look like a flake. Or worse, Kael.
Riley sighed and rested his forehead on the desk.
The smart part of his brain reminded him that he'd need to clear any kind of visit and any items from outside through his boss. You know, the Dragon Lord? The same Kael Dravaryn who had not spoken to him in days and had instead been sending instructions through silently floating parchments.
