The moment the door to Kael's room clicked shut, Riley's survival instincts kicked in. His brain screamed explain yourself now, before the dragon lord turned him into furniture polish.
But he didn't get the chance.
Kael raised one hand, a simple gesture that silenced him far more effectively than any threat. Then, with infuriating calm, he pressed a single finger to his lips.
"If you have things from the other room, transfer them here," he said flatly.
Riley blinked. "…What?"
Kael's golden eyes slid deliberately toward the far corner, to the decorative plants placed neatly in their carved pots. His brows lifted a fraction, then angled downward in a subtle motion that screamed pay attention.
And then Riley understood.
Oh.
OH.
Plants. Of course.