“You’re right, I do need to pay a visit to the infirmary,” Riagán said, as if agreeing with me only out of courtesy. His fingers brushed the brooch I gave him. “Your debt is settled now.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse my rushed departure, I need to warn Albert of the threat.”
“Of course.”
His voice made it clear he didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care. I matched his courteous bow, happy that mythborn rarely shook hands, since the idea of touching his skin made my blood freeze in fright and boil with anticipation at the same time. I rushed toward the Court’s side gate untouched by the explosion, and I felt Riagán’s eyes on my back all the way until I turned the corner. I was sure he laughed at my hasty retreat, and his friends would have a good time listening to his stor
