"There's nowhere…" Willow breathed in disbelief, rubbing her aching temples as she tried to process the fact that he was threatening her again. And the worst part? These weren't empty words. Ezrik wasn't joking!
"All of this is about the Cyro cells, right? Fine. Let me be the bigger person and resolve this."
Ezrik's brows raised slightly as she jabbed a finger toward herself.
"Okay!" She forced a smile. "I took your Cyro cells. And I promise I'll get them back for you within a year. I'll even double the quantity."
Ezrik's expression turned unreadable. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, exhaling a heavy puff of smoke with a sigh that made her scrunch her nose.
"No. I'll give you one month."
Willow scoffed. "If I could get it in one month, would I have spent two years preparing just to sneak into Nexus and steal from you?"
Ezrik arched a brow, slipping the cigarette back between his lips. "So what gives you the assurance you can get it in one year?"
