Hoshor Plains And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

Riley's dark brow darkened even further as Orlaith gave zero indication she knew him.

This had to be a joke, right? She was pulling his leg. It was just an act, and she'd be over it in two seconds with a laugh -- oh, she had gotten Riley good.

Except Orlaith continued with no hint of recognition. It made Riley uneasy and confused in a way that was so unpleasant that Riley grew anxious. "No, I'm from Easthollow." Riley's tone was hurt and accusing -- "you know this. Cut the shit, Orlaith. It isn't funny."