Slowly, Galen's gaze slid to Rasvien and he lifted his chin ever so slightly. It was as if he had only registered Ras' presence. "And you are?"
Ras made a show of being offended, but that smug expression of his returned immediately after. "Ouch. Aside from not noticing me until now, I am quite hurt that you don't recognize me, Grand General. Or should I say, Lord Galen Gillard."
My body instantly whipped toward Ras. How did he know him?
I saw how Galen's golden pupils gradually cleared with recognition, which was then followed by contempt and hostility. "You."
So they knew each other. But it didn't seem as though they were friends.
"Yes, me." Ras shrugged, looking as if he was the sole person who was happy to see Galen. "How have you been, Grand General? How long had it been since our last encounter? Ever since you were assigned to the borders, I hadn't caught a glimpse of your pretty face at all."
