Chapter 64. Under the Mask
The white-robed figure lowered the mask to reveal a face Rhys knew well. One that had matured since the year or so when they’d last seen one another, but a familiar face nonetheless. He caught his breath.
“Bast?”
Bast cracked a smile. “That’s me. So you do remember me!”
Rhys shook his head. He put his hands on his hips and sighed. “‘You do remember me,’ says the guy who showed up in full-body-covering robes and a full-facial mask. How the hell was I supposed to recognize you under all that?” He gestured at Bast.
“Speaking of, that’s quite a getup yourself,” Bast commented, tilting his head back at Rhys.
“Like it? I made it myself.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Bast twisted his lips, then shook his head. “Stick to handbags.”
“Oh, come the fuck on,” Rhys complained.
Bast cracked a grin. He stepped in, offering Rhys his hand. Rhys took it, and the two clasped palms. “Rhys!”
“Bast! It’s good to see you again, buddy.”