Riley would have been fine if he had never gotten even.
Truly, he would have lived the rest of his life accepting everything if it meant living in ignorant bliss.
But alas, it seemed like he really had used up all his luck just to stay alive. He was breathing, technically, but with the way things were now, could this really be called living?
Okay, sure, ignore the fact that he was currently grilling burger patties on a legendary stone slab that most scholars would sell their balls to examine. Also, ignore the fact that the stone was heating via dragon fire, which he was borrowing for the very first time. None of that was the problem.
The problem was that Riley knew, with full clarity, that he was on the verge of his greatest crisis yet.
Maybe, just maybe, he should have noticed the red flags earlier. Like when Kael casually said, "You can produce fire yourself."
It was already bad. Really bad. But the moment those words were spoken, Riley should have thrown the spatula and run.
