Everything did in fact, go wrong.
It was deep into the night when Adrian, with his usual mischievous grin plastered across his face, walked towards the others' bed and shook them up to wake them. Aiden groaned, turning over in his bed, while Sevan muttered something incoherent from under his pillow.
"Boys," Adrian whispered dramatically, "I have a plan. And you're going to love it."
Aiden propped himself up on one elbow, his hair tousled from sleep. "What idiocy are you dragging us into this time?"
"Not idiocy," Adrian said, clutching his beloved prank book close to his chest. "A mission. A covert operation, if you will."
"Why do I feel like this will end poorly?" Sevan groaned as he reluctantly sat up.
"Because it probably will," Aiden muttered. "What's the plan, Adrian?"
"We're going to... observe Emmeranne," Adrian declared with a smug expression.
Aiden raised an eyebrow. "You mean stalk?"
