It was unlike her. It left Riley wondering, and worrying. Zoe had been quiet the past few days, and today, she hadn't even stopped by as she always did. It was night, and Riley hadn't heard from her all day.
"You're worried," Jonas observed, glancing at her as he re-arranged his bookshelf.
Riley's eyes narrowed, but she didn't deny. It was true. With a huff, she rose from the chair. "I'm gonna go check on her."
"Do you know where to go?" Jonas asked, sliding a book into place.
Riley thought for a second. "Wait. No. Where the hell does Zoe even live?"
Jonas exhaled softly. "The inn."
Riley folded her arms across her chest, eyeing him. "You've been there, huh?"
"Yes, a number of times."
She eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and then sighed. "I will go with you," he said.
They walked through the streets of Shepshed. It was quiet at night, though there was always something, somewhere, lurking. It seemed nothing cared to reveal itself tonight, which Riley was glad for.
They entered the in