“Old man…”
The mockery that usually dripped from Varohn’s voice was gone now, stripped clean and replaced with something darker—steel wrapped in impatience.
His grin had faded entirely and his face sharpened like a blade being drawn from a sheath. He pulled his brows low then stalked a step closer, crunching his boots on the gritty floor.
He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes on Sahrak as if trying to peel him open with just a look. “Did I hear you correctly?” His words were quiet, deliberate and every syllable was laced with a promise that whatever came next wouldn’t be pleasant.
Sahrak didn’t blink. His stance didn’t shift. The air between them felt hot and thick with unspoken challenges. “I’m sure you didn’t hear wrong,” he said with a flat stone voice.
The words hung in the stil
