Riley felt terrible. Her head was pounding, her whole body ached and she felt like she was going to throw up. Even Rose was oddly quiet, especially after spending the better part of the last evening berating Riley for upsetting their mate. Riley had opted to skip breakfast and by a stroke of luck made it out of the packhouse without seeing Kent. She had made her way to the training academy where she found Patrick. He had set her up in the same conference room as yesterday to continue looking at reports, but she had all but given up by mid-morning.
Riley looked up at the sound of the door opening. Patrick paused a step into the room, his forehead creasing as he stared at her.
“No offense, but you look like shit.”
“Yeah, I feel like s**t too,” she muttered.
“How about you take a break?”
