Ryan waved them off. "You guys go, leave me out today."
"Are you sure?" Eleanor asked.
"I'm dead on my feet," Ryan said. "Go. Have fun."
"That's fine," James said. "We only need one of you two anyway. Someone's got to pay for the food."
Ryan managed a tired smile and turned away, heading to the exit of the main building.
The walk back was quiet. Apart from the festival songs that came from outside the academy grounds, and an occasional cheer.
Ryan glanced over his shoulder, scanning the courtyard, the rooftops and even the shadowed alcoves.
Gregory's men were supposed to be following him.
But alas, he saw nothing. No movement, apart from the few students heading to their lessons or leaving the grounds.
They must be very good at their job.
Back in the dorm, Ryan collapsed onto his bed face-first.
For a moment, he just lay there, breathing into the pillow, muscles aching, exhaustion pulling at him.
Oh yeah, my bracelet.
