Morielle was too absorbed watching her back while treading toward her office in the Yet’hoda compound that she had not noticed someone coming, together with Jaggut. She bumped into him, almost losing her footing, but Jaggut was fast to hold her arm.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t you see us?” he questioned her, removing his hand from her.
“Oh, sorry about that.” When she stared at the Orabean who was with Jaggut, her heart stopped for a moment. “You.”
“Do you know me?” the middle-aged tanned skin Orabean queried, smiling at her. He was tall and had an oval face with wide forehead, dark gray eyes, bushy eyebrows, big nose and thick dark red lips.
“Maybe. You look familiar,” was all she could say with a shrug.
“This is Rhovatt-Varushta Morielle, and this is Rhovatt Qitor,” Jaggut introduced
