Neleus hadn't meant to end up anywhere near the administrative towers that afternoon.
Hell, he'd been walking the exact opposite way, boots scuffing the gravel path toward the practice fields like he had somewhere to be.
He was imagining how cold the water in his tank would be after the feild work and he was filled with delight at the thought of this theuraptic setting.
That was the part that pissed him off the most.
He had no meeting. No chore. No half-assed excuse. He literally had something to loom upto and that was going back to gys dorm room but his own stupid feet betraying him the second his eyes snagged on her.
Lydia. The girl he always saw when he closed his eyes.
He saw her pull the rusty lever at the root of the stair case and she got on, climbing the narrow stone steps that hugged the outside of the Griffin Tower in spirals and moved on it's own.
