Stay calm. Act normal.
She opened the door and Lucian stood there, holding some armor plate.
Ten minutes earlier.
Lucian lay flat on his back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Despite his exhausted body, his mind refused to shut down. The day's pointless drama had drained what little energy he had left.
Shit. If these two keep going at each other's throats like this, I'm going to get caught in the crossfire for no damn reason.
He stayed in that uncomfortable position a while longer, then suddenly sat upright. His eyes locked onto the wooden desk across the room. The curse instruction book Myra had given him sat there alongside the loot from last night's fight—those heavy Bear Armor Plates.
He walked barefoot across the cold floor to the desk. Bending down, he lifted the thick armor plates with both hands.
Hmm... these should work. I'll give these plates to Seraphina for now. They're no use to me anyway since I'm not a close-range sword fighter.
