It was almost a week after the day Shivan and Jezem had gone to the shooting range. Shivan’s shop was coming along nicely, mostly thanks to Jezem’s gifts and style. The med kit Jezem had gifted him had a permanent home in the front of the workshop, where it was likely to be needed.

Shivan had made a promise and he intended to go through with it. It had taken him this long to acquire everything he needed. These kinds of underhanded plans weren’t Shivan’s style but after Pavlajia, he’d had to find his own competence in them. After Jezem disappeared out of the sky. He found it funny he was now using those skills against Jezem, for fun.

Shivan had bought him three coffees already. Said he was trying to be nicer and all that garbage. And pay him back too, for all the dinners. Today the coffee had a little something extra in it. An Orion poison, enough to make him sick for about a week, but definitely not enough to be lethal.

Shivan entered Jezem’s house as he usually did and set the coffee on the counter. “Jezem! Coffee’s here!”

~ Thyr