Adrian stormed out of the inn in frustration, slamming the door behind him. The cool morning air hit his face, but it did little to calm the anger bubbling inside him.
How could they have been so careless? Leaving the map—the one thing that could guide them on their journey—in a town that wanted them dead was beyond reckless.
He paced back and forth in front of the inn, thinking of how to retrieve the map without getting caught. The more he thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.
But as much as he wanted to blame Lilith, he knew deep down they were in this mess together.
After a few minutes, the inn's door creaked open, and Lilith stepped out. Her usually confident expression was replaced with one of genuine regret. She approached Adrian cautiously, her hands clasped before her as she tried to gauge his mood.
"Adrian," she began softly in an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."
