Thirty-four minutes and twenty-nine seconds.
That was how long it took for the noodle to finish talking about what he had to talk about.
And maybe, just maybe, if Kael hadn't shown up, it would have stretched into hours. With how long it took, he could have also counted the milliseconds, but wouldn't that just further test his patience?
The crunch of footsteps across the gravel path was the first sign, followed by a familiar weight in the air that made the leaves of the garden trees shiver. Riley turned his head, and his stomach flipped.
Kael.
The dragon lord strode into the garden with the same measured gait he always carried, like he owned not just the ground but the sky as well. Both Riley and Rowan froze mid-conversation, caught like students with contraband.
