Chapter 21: The Dorian Collective
Gods of Chance
“We’re here for one reason,” Akal said. “It’s been long enough. If we wait too long, we will miss the window and the entire damned project goes up in flames.”
Agatha made fists with her coiled fingers, ripples lined the muscles of her flexed forearms.
“Honestly,” she said, “you really think this is a good idea? We haven’t even asked the questions yet. If he answers them wrong—”
“He won’t,” he barked.
She had a knack for working him into a froth. The incessant kowtowing to the Plan, despite having never read the Hieros, irked him into annoyance.
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