Chapter 9: Planning To Visit

Chapter 9: Planning To Visit

I sighed heavily. "Alright. Try to arrange it, will you? And pass the coordinates to Selendis. I'd rather not spend excessively on the Bitch Patrol, so I'll just put up with a bumpy journey."

"Why don't you manage it on your own, then?"

"Not that bumpy."

"Turning frugal, boss?"

"You imply I wasn't before?"

"Understood, Viktor."

Thorne exited the room.

* * * *

It was only years later when I started questioning why I'd rushed all the way to Vost-pa's, instead of heading home, which was closer. And several more years passed before I considered if this could have hurt my father's feelings.

* * * *

About twenty-two hours after Thorne left to arrange things, I was reclining in my chair, which has a unique mechanism allowing it to tilt, swivel, and perform other movements. My feet were on the desk, ankles crossed. The tips of my boots pointed to the room's opposite corners, and Thorne's lean face appeared in the space between them. His chin, which a human might label as feeble, belies the truth Thorne isn't weak. He's an embodiment of illusions. Some natural, others I suspect are nurtured. For instance, where others would display anger, he usually just seems irritated.

The face framed in the V of my boots looked quite irritated. He said, "You're correct. You don't need to bring anyone along. Why would a Dragonlord potentially harm an innocent Vorgan, simply because he's a Human? Or should I say, a harmless Human, just because he's a Vorgan? Get real, Viktor, you need to have protection. And I'm your safest bet to evade trouble."

Opal, who had been diving on random bits of lint, perched on my right shoulder and said, "Just remind him that I'll be there, boss. That should alleviate his worries."

"And if it doesn't?"

"I'll snap at his nose."

I spoke up, "Thorne, even if I took every enforcer in my employment, it wouldn't matter one bit if Drevolan decides to eliminate me. And this is a friendly visit. If I show up with protection"