Morpheus wanted to argue with her, truly, deeply, fervently wanted to argue. Four days. Four full days. To any ordinary man it might have been a blink, but for him, a creature who thrived in control and immediate gratification, four days felt like an eternity stitched together with threads of uncertainty and dread.
He clenched his jaw, silently calculating. Four days meant four days of her watching him, judging him, evaluating whether he was going to trust her, like a never ending test that was given to test his capability.
It meant four days without slipping, without revealing his temper, without being swayed by temptation or whispers from his subordinates who still believed he could change her mind if he simply exerted more pressure.
This annoyed him, clearly this test was meant to bruise his ego.
Yet as much as his pride throbbed, how could he not be tempted by the simplicity of her offer?
