Riley was now certain.
The heavens were mocking him.
Out of all the days to behave themselves, today? Really?
For someone who had regularly attracted assassins, death threats, minor explosions, natural disasters, and an impressively consistent series of misfortunes—where were they now?
Nowhere. That's where.
No surprise curses. No freak accidents. Not even a bird poop from the sky.
The weather was perfect. The sky was so blue it looked doctored. The sun was shining with the smugness of someone who knew exactly what was coming.
A flawless day, ideal for people who weren't driving straight into their own professional funeral.
Riley gripped the steering wheel, eyes twitching.
Where were the thunderstorms when you needed them?
The hail?
The stampede of delinquent minotaurs?
How come not a single shady figure had tried to follow him today? Usually, there'd be at least one suspicious shadow by now.
And don't even get him started on the traffic.
