Just One More Day

Olivia wreathed herself in a white fog at the corner of the room, blending seamlessly with the shadows.

Hadrian scanned the room but didn't see anyone. His eyes fell on the suitcase by Ezra's side, and he chuckled darkly.

"Looks like we came just in time," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "It seems to me like you were planning to run away with our money."

Ezra sighed, glancing over at Olivia. "You knew they were coming, didn't you?"

The thugs followed Ezra's gaze, seeing nothing but empty space. They turned back to him, laughter bubbling up among them. "Who's he talking to?" one of them jeered. "Dude's cracked in the head."

"Probably trying to pull some trick to make us forget his debt," another suggested. "He doesn't want to pay for this month."

Hadrian shook his head, shrugging innocently. "No chance of that."