Jake stood in the atrium with his hands in his pockets. A cool breeze drifted through the columns as the sun set behind the mountain, bathing the room in soft pinks and purples. He ran one hand against the back of his neck and sighed. He hated it here. As beautiful as it was, his purpose here was anything but that. But his team needed more time. Isaac was at least two weeks away from pinpointing Drasil’s location. And bargaining with this god was the only way to get more time. For whatever reason, Roman had taken a liking to him years ago and he’d been able to leverage that liking when necessary. So for an extra two weeks of searching, Jake agreed to submit to the god for two weeks. Two grueling weeks, for sure.
He felt a deadly stillness engulf the room as a tingling sensation ran up his spine. He straightened. Roman was here. He felt the god right behind him. He hated it when he did that, and that’s exactly why Roman did it, no doubt. The god brushed his lips against his ear and down his neck.
“Two weeks begin now,” he whispered.