"Sit."
"Yes!" Kael responded immediately. He stepped forward, carefully avoiding the mess of papers scattered across the floor, and took a seat in the plush leather chair before the Grand Duke's desk. Rami quietly entered behind him.
"Pardon my intrusion, Your Grace," Rami said with a bow, already bending down to begin picking up the documents that had been blasted away during the earlier clash.
Kael, meanwhile, settled into his chair with a half-nervous, half-cocky expression. "Knowing you, I doubt you summoned me just to ask how I've been."
Ruth didn't even bother to look at him. "I don't have that much free time to waste on you."
Without another word, Ruth opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a wanted poster—creased at the edges, yet the image on it was unmistakably Kael's. He placed it flat on the desk.
Kael's lips twitched the moment he saw it. His eye twitched too. Of course. Who else could it be?
Ruth's eyes locked onto his. "Speak."
