"Dave Raven?" Julian called tentatively, his voice both probing and doubtful. For some reason, there shouldn't be any connection between Dave Raven and Davis Allen.
Davis nodded lightly, his hand still stretched forward. He was certain he wasn't being rude nor trying to ignore him, but the shock had been far heavier than expected.
Julian stepped forward, accepting the handshake. "Are you really Dave Raven?" he asked again, needing to clear his doubt.
"Julian, you don't have to look so shocked. It's nothing but a mere name," Davis tried to pacify.
At that moment, he had no luxury of arguing about names or their origin, nor was he ready to explain the reason behind his dual identity.
Julian took a deep breath. "It's nice meeting you. My father must be really happy to see we finally met."
"I met him a few days ago," Davis answered, his gaze darting toward the closed yet transparent door. "Let me see her."
Julian gave a slight nod and stepped back.
