Leaving Giselle, Arthur, and Mara to complete their preparations for their journey, Darvin went home to refine the schedule. After pouring through the military’s established schedule, he completed the launches and sends that information to his handpicked pilots. Once they confirmed their departures, the living mountain scheduled a meeting with Rylan to formalize the flights. When Darvin reached the building, he joined his friend and ordered the same meal. Will Rylan consent to the scheduled flights? Or will he overrule Darvin and his meticulous schedule?
As the door swung open, Darvin entered the establishment with his head whipping about. When his eyes landed on the sole guest in the restaurant, the living mountain scurried to the table and slid into the vacant chair across from his old friend. He pressed a thick finger onto the plate and pulled it toward him as he leaned closer to the food. “What did you order, Rylan?”
The fork’s tines whistled through the air as they struck the massive man’s fingers. Hooking his dish with the fork, Rylan slid it back into place while focusing on Darvin. “If you’re hungry, feel free to request some service from the staff, but don’t mess with my dinner.”
“I had no intention of eating anything off your plate.” Darvin glanced about the small cafe and lifted a finger when he noticed the server idly wiping a nearby table. “The aroma emanating from your food is intoxicating, so I wanted an idea of what I’m going to eat. Have you been getting enough sleep recently?”
Rylan placed his utensils down and grasped his drink with both hands. “Liam’s flunkies are making waves, both in government and on the streets.”
“What can I get you, sir?”
Darvin pointed at the remnants of Rylan’s meal. “I’ll have whatever you brought, my friend.”
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