"So. What is your choice, my Emperor?" Nyx asked, her digital eyes glowing brightly in the dim light of the server room.
Zen didn't step back; he didn't flinch.
Instead, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He stepped right into her personal space, close enough to feel the synthetic hum of her jacket and catch the scent of ozone and sweet vanilla.
"You are bluffing," Zen said evenly.
Nyx's eyes narrowed instantly. "I assure you, Zen, my broadcasting algorithms are already primed. I only have to blink to send the data."
"I didn't say you couldn't do it. I said you won't." Zen looked down at her, refusing to drop his gaze. "If you broadcast my location, the other three Goddesses will descend on this Domain in hours. There will be an all-out war that will level your precious Central Servers to dust. But more importantly..." he paused, watching her face carefully, "...you don't want to share me."
