Chapter 83
“Ty, this is Rául Navarro y Casárez. Rául, this is Tyrell Small.”
“My lord, his eye!”
“It’s nothing. I walked into a door.”
“My lord?”
Adam shrugged and smiled, and fortunately the Spaniard let it go at that.
“I am honored to meet you, se?or.”
“Uh…” I couldn’t say ‘same here.’ I didn’t know who he was or why Adam had opened the door to him. “Adam?”
“Since your interactions with others of my…people…have been less than felicitous, I thought it might be wise to introduce you to one who won’t…skeeve you. I vouch for Rául. He is honorable.”
“You’re tellingme he’s honorable.”
“Yes.” Adam just kept watching me.
“Telling and showing are two different things.”
“And I wish to show you that not all Spaniards are like el Duque.” Rául’s voice was like velvet, with a hint of accent beneath it.
“Who?”
“He’s referring to de Vivar,” Adam murmured. He touched my half of the Mizpah.