Who was not a question that the Tidebreaker had expected under the circumstances. He heard less gossip than he used to since becoming a demigod and news of Isla's liaison had not yet reached his ears. Not that her personal life was any of his business to begin with; they were not close enough to warrant such sharing, though he had enjoyed her quietly competent company on their last foray for Torchline's protection.
Emerald eyes studied Everest as if trying to determine the root of his question; whether it was sincere or belligerent in nature. The jut of that jaw seemed to indicate the latter, but Hadama was a patient man and his voice remained even as his expression changed not a fraction from its stoic mien as he stood relaxed with his arms at his sides and his feet in the surf.
"The Reaper," he qualified succinctly.
Emerald eyes studied Everest as if trying to determine the root of his question; whether it was sincere or belligerent in nature. The jut of that jaw seemed to indicate the latter, but Hadama was a patient man and his voice remained even as his expression changed not a fraction from its stoic mien as he stood relaxed with his arms at his sides and his feet in the surf.
"The Reaper," he qualified succinctly.
