WULFRIC paced back and forth inside his newly checked-in hotel room—the same one where Aster, his agent, and the Polaris team were staying.
His mind kept circling back to that message Aster had left on his Terminal. He still couldn't believe Aster had recognized him. And now, because of his staring, Aster was angry. Angry enough to threaten ignoring him for a month.
The thought made his stomach twist. He'd been wracking his brain nonstop for ways to make it up to him, thinking so hard that now he was the one with a pounding headache.
He'd considered sending rare gifts—jewels, vintage clothes, even a custom-built spaceship. Then he thought about renting out an entire amusement park or a floating restaurant and inviting famous chefs to cook for Aster. But he knew how those would go: Aster would frown at the jewels, return the vintage clothes, donate the spaceship to charity, and probably scold him for wasting money. Wulfric just knew that over-the-top gestures would not work.
