Seven.

DAMIAN.

A blackmail. Oh, pray tell, what could it be? I tightened my cuffs and leaned back against the chair immediately after the call, waiting to see the next weird experience I was about to encounter.

It had just been three days, and I already had eight pages of frustration to write off in the walls of my mind. It made me miss being in hiding, but for the right cause, of course, I could handle it.

A small moment passed, and my officer door swung open after a brief knock. I sat upright, my eyes locked on the door as I anticipated the person to walk through and whatever the hell they wanted to blackmail me with. I was very interested in this crime I committed.

The receptionist stepped in first and gave way to the last person I expected. Minerva's vessel.

What was her name again?

Ishtar.

I didn't even know why I believed that to be her real name. My throat tightened, and I tugged at my tie. I was beginning to get used to the surprise element that surrounded this creature. Didn't