Neo
showered and dressed. Just as he buttoned his shirt, a chime echoed. He rushed
from the bedroom, across the massive living area, and opened the door. “I was
hoping it was you. Come in.”
“Were
you expecting someone else?” Jolak asked as he stepped inside.
“No,
but that means nothing.” Neo led Jolak to the living area. Briefly he wondered
if this felt as odd to Jolak as it did to him.
Jolak
sat. “So Hamza plans ask Malk to be a blood general.”
“I’m
afraid so.”
“And
he’s still on the same path as before?”
“Yes.
He hasn’t changed his mind about destroying the Ne Reyn.”
Jolak
huffed. “I had hoped that young of mine would come to his senses, but it
appears his desire for vengeance overshadows everything else. So we will…. How
does Dale say it? Ah yes, we shall take the bull by the horns.”
Neo
sincerely hoped they didn’t end up being gored by said horns.
