The next day,

Aria

I did not talk to Professor Voss.

This was a perfectly reasonable decision.

A mature decision.

An intelligent decision.

It was absolutely unrelated to the fact that every time I thought about him lately, my chest did something deeply irritating.

The children had attempted their intervention.

It had failed.

Completely.

I was an adult.

A competent adult.

A terrifyingly competent adult who did not take romantic advice from seven-year-olds.

No matter how annoyingly perceptive those seven-year-olds happened to be.

Therefore, I did the logical thing.

I signed up for a dungeon raid.

Then another.

Then another.

The first dungeon collapsed in thirty-seven minutes.

A record.

The...