Chapter 292 What Do You Want From Me?

• *Ryatt*
• I don’t normally stay in the dining hall this long after breakfast. It’s nearly 9:00, and the sky outside hasn’t even begun to lighten. Rain bursts over the balcony in sheets of silver as I pour myself a third cup of coffee and rest my legs on the opposite chair, crossing my ankles.
• The obsidian walls in the cavernous room glimmer in the light radiating from the hearth. It’s quiet, peaceful.