Zinon concentrated on the papers in his hand, expecting that Jay would return empty handed after leaving in hasty. The room regained its usual cold stillness, and suddenly Zinon felt uncomfortable in the room he had almost spent his years in. He threw the files back on the table and took a deep breath while loosening his tie. How many times had he gone with the notion to minimize his contact with him? No, it wasn’t him. It was the work of their fate bringing them closer. The weak human cannot have a place in his world. He will find a stronger Luna, one that came from his kind. And can withstand the ambition he’s about to grasp. If none fits his condition, it would better be just that he does not have a Luna by his side. Finding an heir was no problem.
Fighting off the rare procrastinatio
