Riley
"Once more," Xaden asked me. "How often do the guards switch rotations on this level?"
"Three times... every eight hours. But Charred," that's the nickname I'd given the guard with a singed tail, "Does ten hours probably as punishment for whatever happened to him."
Xaden grunted. "Anything could change. One of the guards gets sick or asks for a night off. We have to prepare for anything."
I pressed my hands to my temples because it seemed like my head was going to explode memorizing this stuff. But if it meant I could get us out of here, I would. And we've been going over these routines for six days straight. I'm beginning to dream of the different floors and guards. Last night, I dreamed of Xaden as a sexy male teacher testing me for a major final wearing a huge top hat over his black horns.
I chuckled.
"This isn't funny, Riley."
"I know." I dropped my hands. "Can we talk about something else for a bit?"
"Like what? Do you wish to go over the upper levels?"