Ruaan stood with everyone else on the field and scanned the faces of every officer around the edge.
No Harolin.
He checked again.
Still no Harolin.
He exhaled slowly and muttered under his breath. "Of course. After last night, he's not even going to show his face."
He didn't know if that was good or bad.
Then the speaker crackled.
"Silence!!!"
Everyone froze.
Ruaan froze.
He knew that voice. He knew that low, even and completely unbothered damned voice.
Harolin.
So he was here after all. Just not where Ruaan could see him.
'Of course.'
The voice from the speaker continued, welcoming everyone to what it called their doom, and the way it said it — like it wasn't even a joke — made several people around Ruaan go very still.
