Although, now that you’re not connected with the link, the chances of that are probably pretty slim.
You sigh again, trying to release all your self-pity now so that you can clear your head for work.
The last thing you need is to be dealing with an entitled customer when you’re already grumpy about Ziros.
When you’ve stalled as much as you can, you finally pick your phone back up and start retyping the message to your boss.
And stop halfway through.
Deleting it.
Typing it again.
Only…this time, you type something completely different.
“Sorry, bank account,” you mutter as you grab a jacket, heading for the door. “Sorry, boss.”
It’s impulsive.
And rash.
And irresponsible.
And probably not very nice to your boss and coworkers who are relying on you to fill your shift.
But you can’t help it.
Youhaveto go look for Ziros.
It’s like a compulsion.
Like an itch.
And if you don’t scratch it, if you don’t at leasttryto find him—no matter how absurd and unlikely it probably is—you might scream.
And you didn’t exactlyliein your message to your boss.
You just said you’re very unwell today and can’t make it in.
Okay.
So you feel alittleguilty about her probably having to find a replacement at the last minute, especially when she replies and is super understanding and tells you to feel better soon and that your health takes priority.
But you just can’t help it. You’ve got to find him.
Somehow.
But…where to look?
You step out onto the street in front of your apartment building, feeling suddenly at a loss.
You could try to retrace your steps from a week ago and see if maybe the mysterious magical bookshop with the wizened old shopkeeper will appear.
You could, but then you’d have to walk awfully close to the cafe where you work, which would be a wee problem if your boss caught sight of you looking miraculously well.
Instead, you head the opposite direction, winding through the city on streets you’re altogether unfamiliar with, searching with increasing hopelessness for any sign that a recently-freed, powerful demigod has been through.
Maybe you should be grateful, but you can’t find a single trace of the chaos you’re looking for.
