Balkan sits on his usual place with Jezebel on his lap nuzzling his neck. he is not amused by anything lately and despite the temptation to pin Jezebel down and fuck her, his agitation overpowers. Never after rising to power and terrorizing clans has he felt this defeated in life. Zagan is wounded, the witch is acting like one now and avoiding him. He knows that she has enough power to kill him but he doesn’t care and would not stay bowed to witchcraft. She needs him now and when the job will be done, he will kill her himself. Balkan sits up straight o his chair when he senses Sybil coming.
“Jez, why don’t you go for now and find yourself a bed partner, I have business to handle.”
Jezebel lets out a frustrated groan but leaves him anyway just as Sybil enters through the open flap. When they are alone the witch walks up to him but keeps a safe distance between them.
“Why the fuck you have come?” Balkan asks angrily.
“It’s time!” Sybil says. “Tonight we call him.”