Okay, maybe a little re-evaluation of the plan was necessary because, while it worked, it had not been the best idea.
The three of them sat around the table in a daze.
Riley, Liam, and even Orien looked like they had just been hit with a collective whiplash. Riley had one hand braced against the tabletop, breathing a little too hard. Liam sat stiffly on his chair, eyes blown wide like a stunned fish. Orien was slumped backward, tail limp, blinking slowly as if the world had not quite settled back into place.
Thyrran had not been able to stop Riley in time.
Well, the ex-guardian had not expected him to open the space crack almost all the way, practically drawing a line with one giant swing of his body.
If the room they were using had been bigger, who knows how big of a space Riley would've opened?
