The text conversation with Eryx had Preston on edge, in the best of ways. Preston was good at being a Master, good at following the status quo and maintaining order as it was expected to be maintained. Still, something about the faerie had drawn him in from day one. Their time spent together during his experiments had proven successful and fruitful, and in many ways Preston felt as though he had a companion, in some form, despite knowing what a dangerous game that was to play. The knock at his door alerted him that the guards had arrived with the faerie, and he opened it quickly, though not too quickly so as not to appear too eager. “Thank you, gentlemen.” He nodded, stepping aside to allow Eryx entry. Once the guards had gone, he turned to the other man. “Hello, Eryx. I’m taking you to the roof.”
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