Riley's POV
"Where are they?" Esa asked me at breakfast. He was playing with his dagger at the table, seemingly lost in thought. I cleared my throat but not even that captured the warrior's attention. So, I did what was right. I threw a roll at his head.
"What the hell, Riles?" he asked with an annoyed expression but it left his face and he sighed. "What's taking them so long?" he whined. He actually whined.
"Who?" I asked. I suspected this had something to do with a certain blonde Norwegian, but I wanted to be sure.
