"Your father won't be happy about this," Janem said, chuckling. "He could even go as far as cutting you into pieces to sell."
Niacin glared at his cousin, but couldn't deny there was truth in his words. The Collector, his father and head of House Aureline, wouldn't take it lightly if he jeopardized their chances. The man was as brutal as he was shrewd.
But… something in him told Niacin this god was not one to become an enemy of. An instinct that had never failed him before. He didn't want to ignore that feeling.
"We play it neutral," Niacin finally said, eyes firm. "We don't openly help him, but we don't become his enemies either."
"Sounds like a pussy move," Janem chuckled.
"We become anything as long as it benefits us."
"And your father?"
Niacin shrugged. "Doesn't have to know anything. For now."
Janem gave him a look that screamed this is a mistake, but exhaled and raised his arms in resignation. "You're the boss."
