"Anxious, are we?"
In his hand, Darrick Dragomir whirled the wine glass that held the crimson beverage he sipped at his leisure.
Reubon spared him not a glance, eyes on his contracting then relaxing hand, "Something isn't right," he muttered under his breath.
The advantages of vampire hearing made sure Dragomir received every bit of it, "And according to you, what isn't?" he raised an eyebrow.
"That brat Cedric…," Reubon popped his tongue against his palate.
"I wouldn't be this careless if I were you," Dragomir commented, "In Umbraria, walls have ears,"
"Tell me something I don't already know, Darrick," the man grunted.
"Are you going to tell me what this is about or do I need to pry it out of you?"
