The three days of rest passed more quickly than Nick and Ember had expected.
The Erebus Guild's office, which had originally been nothing more than a small room with a few rolls of parchment and an old wooden desk, had suddenly become the center of attention for the entire Happy TV Network. New believers came streaming in, each with their own reason, their own story, their own faith—and Nick, who only enjoyed socializing when Silvanus was around, found himself reluctantly pushed into the role of welcoming them.
Ember had no such patience. He simply sat in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, his amber eyes observing each person one by one. Every now and then, he would tap his fingers against the tabletop whenever a believer became a little too loud. That alone was enough to keep everyone in line.
And then there was Luka.
