Reginald leaned slightly toward me, as he started speaking. “So, Ryder, Magnus lives in Casal del Drogo, doesn’t he? Tell me, have you met him before?”
I didn’t respond immediately. I took another sip of my wine instead. The memory of our previous encounter came briefly to my mind, Reginald’s arrogance then, and the satisfying way I had left him bruised and humiliated.
Reginald clearly was trying to provoke me. “You know, I’ve never forgotten that day,” he continued. “The day you decided to play hero. But don’t think for a second that it’s over.” He said.
I placed my glass down slowly; I look at him in the eyes. “Reginald,” I said. “If the beating I gave you last time wasn’t enough, I’m more than happy to remind you why you should keep your mouth shut.”
The table grew quiet, the tensio
