Even from this height, Revan recognized him instantly.
The pristine white gloves, the perfectly symmetrical smile, and that damn chin—always lifted just high enough to make sure everyone around him had to look up.
His clothes were different from the last time they'd met. He wore a dark, high-collared coat that blended seamlessly with the facility's dreary aesthetic. But the way that bastard carried himself hadn't changed one bit.
Just as annoying.
Cassian Voss.
'Well, well. There he is. The protagonist of this little horror show,' Revan sneered inwardly.
Cassian moved past the central workstation cluster and headed toward the quieter corridor on the left—the one with the lone guard posted at the entrance. The guard instantly straightened up. A few words were exchanged, the guard stepped aside, and Cassian walked through without breaking his stride.
'There we go,' he noted cynically.
