Perhaps Chester was choosing to antagonize a so-called enemy at a poor time. Perhaps there was no other explanation on than that Chester was an unkind wizard with a penchant for kicking people who were down. Perhaps he was embittered over Drystan rescuing the woman he'd so enjoyed torturing in the past and struck out viciously when the opportunity arose.
But it was the wrong damn time.
Leaning over the table, Drystan ripped the paper out of Chester's hands without batting an eyelash. Gripping the other man's jaw with his hand, he yanked Chester's head forward. "Do you think it wise to keep talking?" he breathed.
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