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I examined the sparkling clean area and raised both my eyebrows. “I wish I had that for my apartment.”
“No, you don’t,” Riley countered as he bottled the mist back into the bottle. “The mist sprite is a temperamental fiend and asking for their help is akin to taking your life in your hands.”
Eric lifted an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of risk for not much reward.”
Riley chuckled as he stuffed the bottle back into his lab coat. “Hardly a risk to me, but to you lot,” He closed his eyes and shook his head, “a terrible one.”
Basileus cleared his throat and gestured to the open doors of Riley’s room. “Might I ask why you attempted to kill yourself and my other guests?”
Riley scoffed. “Kill myself? Of course not. There was never any risk of harm to anyone but myself, and I am quite we
