snarl. “What mistakes do you mean, Adraas? Name them.”
Adraas ignored the question. “Do you care for her, Malgus? Love her?”
“She is a servant and you are a fool,” Malgus said, his anger rising. “She satisfies my needs when I require it. Nothing more.”
Adraas smiled as if he’d scored a point. “She is your slave, then? A mongrel harlot who satisfies you because she must?”
The smoldering heat of Malgus’s brewing anger ignited into open flame. Snarling, he leapt from his chair, activated his lightsaber, and unleashed an overhand strike to split Adraas’s head in two.
But Adraas, anticipating Malgus’s attack, bounded to his feet, activated his own lightsaber, and parried the blow. The two men pressed their blades against the other before Angral’s desk, energy sizzling, sparks flying.
Malgus tested Adraas’s strength.
“You have been hiding your power,” he said.
“No,” Adraas answered. “You are just too blind to see the things before your eyes.”
Malgus summoned a reserve of strength and pushed Adraas back a stride. They regarded each other with hate in their eyes.
“That will be all,” Angral said, standing.
Neither Malgus nor Adraas took his eyes from the other and neither deactivated his blade.
“That will be all,” Angral said.
As one, both men backed off another step. Adraas deactivated his lightsaber, then Malgus.
“You should have sent her to my ship for care,” Malgus said, aiming the comment at Adraas, but intending it for both of them.
Angral looked disappointed. “After all of this you still say such things? Very well, Malgus. The woman is in a Republic medical facility near here. I will have the information sent to your pilot.”
Malgus inclined his head in grudging thanks.
“As for you, Lord Adraas,” Angral said, “I accept your