"Ezra! My man. How have you been?" Ivo greeted boisterously as he walked in, Armand following closely behind.
Ezra stood, alert.
"He's enjoying guarding Westside." Armand said to his friend, his impressive arms crossed over his bare chest. "Aren't you?" he asked Ezra.
"I am well." Ezra said in greeting. "Thank you for your concern."
"No need for all that between friends." Ivo said, waving away Ezra's words as if he'd done something grand. "We are friends, aren't we?" He grinned, his eyes staying on Ezra.
"How could I reject such an honor?" Ezra replied, bowing slightly at their words.
Why were they here? What did they want from him? Had they heard him warn Yuri?
He kept all expression clear from his face. They were still acting friendly. He took in their confident stance. The way they held themselves like they expected him to bow and scrape at their feet. They wanted something from him.
