After I closed the door behind Riagán, I headed back upstairs. His scent lingered in the room, and to my surprise, I regretted he hadn’t stayed longer. Sure, his games drove me mental, but otherwise his company proved interesting and entertaining: two things that were missing from my life for quite a while, save the job-related interactions. I was certain Riagán had ulterior motives for visiting me, and taking the keys to my apartment had to be a part of yet another game, but a fraction of me wanted to see where it was all going. Did he do it for some personal gain, or was Eithne pulling the strings he danced on? Seeing as Riagán knew of my conversation with her, I leaned toward the latter, especially with the mythborn lady trying so hard to be friendly and forthcoming with me.
This broug
