Chapter 113 - Bad Offer

The next morning, Lucas was roused by a sharp knock on his door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

His eyes flickered open, still heavy with fatigue. The encounter from last night lingered in his mind like a bad aftertaste. His hand instinctively brushed the hilt of his dagger, but the familiar voice that followed made him relax—just a little.

"Lucas? Are you awake?"

Lena.

Lucas exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair before getting up. He opened the door to find Lena standing there, her expression a mixture of curiosity and mild concern. She was already dressed in her adventurer's attire, her brown leather armor fastened neatly, her sword strapped to her hip.

"You didn't come down for dinner last night," Lena said, tilting her head. "Are you okay? I was about to drag you out of bed if you didn't answer."

Lucas forced a smirk. "You and what army?"

She crossed her arms. "I'd just kick you until you got up."