“Come inside,” Dragomir said, gesturing at his humble abode.
“Thanks,” Serafina said, almost shyly.
The two sat on the couch, a few inches between them. Suddenly, there was awkwardness – something that they did not expect.
“So, how was it so far? Tartarus’ promises?”
“It’s all good,” she nodded, a little too vigorously, she thought. “We have more than enough money. We might have to move.”
“Oh,” was all he said.
“But what about you? Aren’t you going to move?”
“I own the complex, Rafina. I don’t want to give the apartments up. But yeah, let me check my accounts if Tartarus had managed to give me some of the dough.”
Serafina could not help but giggle at the ridiculousness of looking for money sent by a god, but Dragomir remained serious.
The former soldier checked his online banki
