Lanse stayed in the room he knew the scum had to appear. It had been over eight hours, but she hadn't passed by, and her dinner had gotten cold. Those two facts and the digital time on the oven confirmed she was avoiding him. She had seen him there with her damn foreseeing vision why she hadn't shown!
That was a moment to slam his fist onto the tabletop, but he didn't. Worse, he didn't want to summon a sword and damage something. He tilted the glass of beer to his mouth and drank the rest in one go.
That was his fifth bottle, and like the others, it didn't rid the repugnance from his spirit. What he needed was to break something. He regretted not being in the training room for his late-night sessions.
