The high priest's eyes widened and he swallowed. Instead of his lanky apprentice, two tall men now stood in his doorway, with one of them noticeably taller than the other.
The taller man flashed Nicolas the most charming smile he had ever seen, and his eyes seemed to gleam. "Good afternoon, your Excellency," he greeted. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Nicolas's grip on the doorknob tightened painfully, his eyes wavering as he observed the dark-haired, gold-eyed man before him.
He could hardly believe his eyes, was this really who he thought it was? He had only heard about him in rumors!
Nicolas was not particularly happy that Dalniar's most famous former enemy had come to see him. In fact, it only worried him.
What was he doing here?
The high priest finally nodded his head and replied, "Good afternoon." He offered a slight bow. "I suppose I must also express my pleasure in meeting you as well, Archduke Latham."
