I stood there for another few seconds, chewing the inside of my cheek, debating whether to wait or just come back. In the end, I turned and headed for my room. If I moved fast, I could shower, throw on something comfortable, and try again before I completely lost the night.
The hot water stung my sore muscles in the best way. I moved quickly, not bothering with shaving or hair masks—just a rinse, a scrub, and out. My gear was already packed and waiting by the door, my bag zipped up and ready. I’d checked it three times earlier, like a nervous little rookie.
Still… something didn’t sit right.
With my hair still wrapped in a towel, I padded back to Thoren’s office.
Still dark.
Still locked.
“What the hell,” I whispered, frustrated now.
I went back to my room and grabbed my phone, shoo
