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‘Four servants will remain with Ibai at all times,’ said Qorvass. ‘Two will be chosen by House Blackburn, and two will be chosen by us. This way, if anyone steps out of line, be it Ibai or one of his guards, someone else will be there to help keep things in order.’

‘Or to help escalate things,’ amended Mevox.

‘That is why I advise everyone to pick your guards wisely,’ said Qorvass. ‘But I believe this may well be the only fair solution, and since we are pressed for time, I ask that you decide quickly.’

“Very well,” said Ismael. “I can agree to those terms.”

“As can I,” said Abel.

Salvador nodded, and Mevox gave a relenting sigh.

“Go and bring Ibai here,” said Abel. “We will have our two guards chosen by the time you return.”

The Blackburns departed immediately, and shortly thereafter, so did Lady Amaya along with a few of the other Sebolts.

Mevox sighed another time. ‘Agh. Why do I always end up being the asshole?’

Salvador smirked. “Perhaps it is just your natural state of being.”

‘So you’re saying I should embrace it? Alright. Salvador, you have a tiny head.’

“Hey...”

‘You look like a little dude piloting a big dude’s body.’

That earned a chuckle from Asad.

“Don’t just do it to me!” said Salvador. “Asad is standing right there!”

‘Asad, you’re bald, and your tattoos look like doo-doo.’

‘Okay,’ said Qorvass, ‘Perhaps we should go now. Always a pleasure, Mevox.’

‘Same to you, Qorvass, you pile of cancerous dog balls. You son-of-a-bitch-baby’s shit-filled diaper. You stupid-name-having motherfucker. You--’

Everyone was staring.

‘...I’m really sorry. I got too excited.’

A beat passed, and then Qorvass said, ‘I don’t think we should allow Mevox anywhere near the aberration. Agreed?’

“Agreed.”

“Yeah.”

“Indeed.”

‘I hate you all.’

“So who should we choose?” asked Salvador. “I would volunteer myself, if not for this guy.”

‘Oh, whatever! I can control myself, if I want!’

‘Asad can take a later shift, if need be,’ said Qorvass, ‘but he needs to rest first.’

Dimas stepped forward. “I volunteer, at least until Xuan is awake.”

Asad blinked at the man. “That could be days.”

“I will be fine.”

“Dimas has chronic insomnia,” said Lord Abel, eyeing his son. “That does not stop him from becoming tired, however. I will allow you the first shift.”

Dimas nodded.

‘Well, that’s one,’ said Mevox. ‘Who else? How about Lorenzo?’

Hector stepped up. “I, uh... I volunteer, as well.”