Something pierced the air, brushing Mason Nightshade's arm. Mason, holding Aurelia Shaw, dodged aside, his dark eyes growing cold as he cast a frosty sidelong glance at Henry Fletcher.
"It's been a few years, but your sneaky skills have definitely improved," Mason mocked.
Henry's deep, dark eyes glanced into the shadows. "They're a bunch of rule-breakers."
"Not your subordinates?" Mason asked with a cold laugh.
Henry was silent for a moment. "Yes."
"Ha! Can't even manage your own subordinates properly. You're quite the impressive major general," Mason flared up, showing no regard for face.
Henry was at fault this time and remained silent in the face of Mason's caustic tongue. It had been years since he'd seen Mason. Surprisingly, at their very first meeting, his subordinates had made him lose face in front of Mason. They truly knew how to embarrass him!
