Riley

"Once more," Xaden asked me. "How often do the guards switch rotations on this level?"

"Three times... every eight hours. But Charred," that's the nickname I'd given the guard with a singed tail, "Does ten hours probably as punishment for whatever happened to him."

Xaden grunted. "Anything could change. One of the guards gets sick or asks for a night off. We have to prepare for anything."

I pressed my hands to my temples because it ...