The VIP cafeteria looked different when you walked in through the front. It was so much different from the normal cafeteria used by the other prisoners.
Ruaan had only ever entered this room twice before and both times had involved being summoned by Cullen with zero power over anything. Walking in now in a black uniform with his own tag on it felt like a completely different experience. The room was the same. The tables were the same. The food smelled the same.
He was not the same.
Cullen was already seated at the centre table when Ruaan walked in. Two plates are in front of him. Eggs, bread, fruit, and something that smelled like real coffee sitting in a small cup beside the juice.
Cullen looked up when the door opened.
His expression changed when he saw the black uniform, which he hadn't fully managed to control. Something warm moved through his eyes before the usual easy confidence settled back over his face.
"Top one," Cullen said. "Sit down."
Ruaan sat across from him.
