Reflections

Draven.

"Go to her first, Draven."

Rhovan's voice again—calm, unwavering, as if this was some trivial thing, like shifting forms or giving a simple order.

"You wouldn't lose your title by explaining yourself to her."

I stiffened. "Not happening."

"Why? Because of your ego?" Rhovan countered, his voice tightening just slightly. "Because she's supposed to come crawling to you?"

"Because I'm not the one who lied," I hissed internally, grinding my teeth as I cut into the edge of my muffin, not bothering to eat it.

"No," Rhovan said, "but you are the one who betrayed first."

That hit a nerve.

"Excuse me?"