After a split second of frozen silence, Lucian's face smoothed over.
The shock, the recognition, the flash of panic- all of it perfectly disappeared behind a mask of professional calmness.
He rose from his desk, with a controlled movement then locked eyes with the man's, his intense gaze unwavering as he began to talk;
"I think you are mistaking me for someone else. My name is Lucian Vale. And I don't know you."
After Lucian's measured speech, Rowan's gaze darted between the two men, his jaw tightening, a muscle jumping in his cheek.
The man on the other, studied Lucian, that smile still playing at his lips like he was enjoying a private joke.
Then he let out a soft laugh and raised his hands slightly, palms up.
"My mistake," the man said, his tone so smooth. "You look remarkably like someone I used to know. Dimitri Lysander. But looking at your face more clearly, I can see now that I was wrong."
The words dripped with false sincerity.
