The man arched an eyebrow at Rastaban. “Are you his father?”
Rastaban laughed. “Hardly. I’m not so decent a man as to be anyone’s father. But I consider him one of my own, and I protect him. What do you want of him?”
Andrev gritted his teeth. They were talking about him as if he wasn’t there.
“We sensed gathering power in an area, and we tracked it here,” the man said. “We had not expected another of our kind. I suspect you are ignorant of his power.” He grinned, the expression cruel. “Do you know what power he has?”
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