Riley could've sworn he heard a muttered curse.
One so ancient, he couldn't even tell if it was a good or bad thing.
And if not for the hardness that was threatening to break someone's very expensive tailored pants, one very reckless human mortal—who was apparently testing the limits of his life—wouldn't have known how a certain golden dragon truly felt about this.
Then again, with every passing moment, even the unsuspecting bookshelf would have known what the chair and the poor table already did.
Riley's words came down like a gavel.
Or maybe like a meteor. Who knows?
But what Kael did know was that he needed at least three eyes for this.
"Kael, if you don't mind," Riley said, voice trembling between confidence and chaos, "please watch."
