Chapter 8Ocren looked around the dim restaurant. He’d been here once before. It was one of the few places where Zatera born were welcome, but even among Zatera born, he wore one bracelet too many to be welcomed with opened arms.
“Derek.” A female dressed in blue met them before they’d reached a table.
“Oziel.” Derek nodded.
“Derek.” Her voice took a worried tone as her gaze swept over Ocren. “What are you doing here?”
“Erm…we’re meeting friends…” He glanced over the tables. “…but I don’t think they’ve arrived.”
She stepped closer to Derek which had a growl escape Ocren. Derek shot him a look. “Stop it.”
Oziel’s gaze widened, then she slowly leaned closer to Derek. “I told you to hide.”
“I know, and I appreciate the warning, but the guy who was here—” Derek motioned at one of the cor
