Eve glanced up, her expression unreadable but her eyes bright with the satisfaction of having met his expectations.
"Your breakfast is ready, Young Master Riley. And there's also someone waiting for you inside," she announced, her tone professional yet tinged with curiosity.
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than usual, perhaps wondering just who could be seeking him out at this early hour and what was her purpose in coming.
"A guest?" Riley asked, raising an eyebrow, the first hint of intrigue in his voice.
Guests at this time of day were rare, and Riley's curiosity was piqued.
But before Eve could respond, he closed his eyes, reaching out with his divine sense.
He didn't need to wait long—his senses quickly scanned the area, searching for the visitor.
As he focused, the presence of the guest came into clear view.
His divine sense locked onto her, and Riley felt a familiar aura that immediately drew his attention.
