"Hey, friends! Long time no see, huh? Looks like your numbers have grown quite a bit."
The familiar voice made Razeal jolt in his seat. Almost.
He didn't let it show on his face, though. He clenched his jaw, kept his mouth shut tight, and forced himself to stay still. He refused to let what happened last time happen again. The mere memory of it made his chest tighten how his mouth had spilled everything without control like someone had torn the dam open.
The truth domain of the gods, or whatever cursed thing Riven had used that day Razeal wanted nothing to do with it.
He turned his head slowly, warily, and of course...
There he was.
Riven stood beside his seat, leaning slightly, his face far too close for comfort, wearing that ever-gentle, ever-fake smile. His silver-white hair fell neatly around his sharp features, and his eyes sparkled with some kind of knowing amusement.
He even raised an eyebrow at Razeal, as if to say, "You look well."
Razeal narrowed his eyes.
