Lucian's pov
Cassian Virel walked up to me with the casual arrogance that felt like a deliberate slap to my authority.
He didn't look like a prisoner who had just escaped hell, instead he looked like a guest bored with the hospitality.
"The colours are a bit moody, don't you think.?" He continued after his previous foul comment.
"You've been dead for years, Virel," I replied, my voice flat. "I don't usually entertain ghosts."
Cassian let out a short, dry laugh. "That explains the warm welcome. I was expecting a parade, or at least a better vintage of wine than what's currently in your cellar."
I stepped forward, my shadow swallowing the light between us. "You walked out of a nightmare, not a five star hotel. You'll forgive me if I don't pull out the golden service just yet."
Killian stepped out into the corridor behind us. He didn't interrupt but just watched.
