BEFORE BREAKFAST

Ryker

“Breakfast in the dining hall?” I asked Kara while I adjusted the cuffs of my sleeve.

I was still in my bedroom, dressing up for the day after a long and well deserved morning workout session, complete with sparring. My muscles were refreshingly sore and stretched out, and I was ready to take on the day. The sunlight was mostly blocked out by the thick curtains I had let down earlier this morning,

“Yes.”

Kara’s succinct reply made me nod absentmindedly.

“I see,” I murmured to myself, sparing a glance at the floor length mirror to check my reflection, while simultaneously reaching for the comb at the top of my dresser blindly. “Thank you Kara,” I dismissed her with a short nod, which she understood at once.

While I ran the comb through my damp hair, I let out a long breath, tutting under my breath.

“What the fuck are you up to, Arnold?” I asked out loud in the empty and quiet room.

What was Arnold having up his sleeve again?

This was a surprising act of his, and one that had a lo