28
- 28 -
After ten hours of walking, Rodin was back in his own room. He showered, changed, and headed out for some decent food. He wanted—needed—a good cup of coffee. Then he went back to his room, did an hour’s exercise, and slid between the sheets. Good quality sleep, with no nightmares.
When he woke, he checked his screen. Jorren would’ve been alerted that his message had been opened. He’d sent a follow-up. He wanted to see Rodin that evening, and asked him to come over.
Jorren had never before instigated a meeting. He was brilliant with tech, but not organised. Engrossed in his work or drifting off in a drugged haze, Jorren lived outside normal time. He would never contact Rodin like this.
And, with surprise, Rodin realised he was excited. He felt his heart beat faster, and h
