Dylan
The single knock at the door before it opened had my head snapping up in defense. The sight of Ryka before me was a welcome relief, but it was the lack of presence beside him that had me concerned as he closed the door behind him and moved towards my desk, as always, his face a masked void of emotion.
“She’s in the infirmary,” his usual bluntness making me stand as worry washed over me, “she’s fine.” My shoulders sagged in relief and released the breath I’d been holding awaiting news.
“Technically.” He input casually, flopping down into the chair across from me filling me with a rage so consuming when I slammed my hand down on my desk, it split in two.
“Ryka,” I spit standing to my full height, “is she ok or not?”
“Just a few minor burns,” he shrugged as he propped his feet up o
