The flabbergasted duckling of an immortal found himself wondering who on earth had taught this baby dragon such moves.
And more importantly, just how desperate the kids had been for the great Orien to agree to do something like this.
But Riley knew he was only buying time by asking himself those questions.
Because even now, the children and the adults alike were staring at him with such expectant, hopeful eyes that he could already tell where this was going. It felt like a bad idea. A very bad idea.
Unfortunately, Riley was weak.
Painfully weak.
He cleared his throat and tried anyway.
"Actually," Riley said carefully, "we're still not sure if I got the place right…"
He immediately regretted it.
Liam's face fell so fast it felt like a physical blow to Riley's chest. The boy's shoulders drooped, his mouth pressing into a thin line as his gaze dropped to the floor.
Riley swallowed.
