One last task – that’s what Primrose had called it over the phone. Eight in the morning, sharp, as usual, the cherubun phoned Narcissus’ manor to summon him to the Embassy for more assistance with the ambrosia creation process. From seeds to harvest, Narcissus had made himself a useful – if not always especially efficient – helper. Cautiously, Primrose requested he come finish what he’d started – turning the harvested flowers into ambrosia itself.
Primrose gave Narcissus ...
