He thought I was here to drag him straight into a suicide mission.
"We're not heading there now," I said, already turning away. "There's still some stuff I have to do first."
The relief that washed over him was almost comical.
His shoulders sagged, the tension left his jaw, and he let out a breath that sounded like he'd been holding it for hours.
I shook my head and started running again, trying to refocus on the damn daily quest so I could get it over with. But as my feet hit the dirt and the rhythm settled back in, a thought hit me hard enough to make me slow down mid-stride.
"Wait, Gork."
He froze mid-step and turned back toward me, still looking like someone who hadn't fully recovered from the possibility of dying ten minutes ago.
"Come to think of it," I said as I walked up to him, "you're also a Chosen, right? You have a system."
Gork blinked at me, brows knitting together in the kind of confused frown that asked why I was bringing up something so basic.
