When Ana came back down she found that Adrian had gone and Kizsemit was sitting at his desk flicking through some documents, a young warlock standing in front of the desk waiting patiently as Kizsemit initialed and signed the documents and handed them back.
Kizsemit looked up as Ana came into view.
“Ah, Anastasia…good, I’m just finishing here.” He waved a hand at the warlock to leave.
He bowed his head to Kizsemit and as he turned and walked out his eyes kept darting to look at Ana, he had a little flush to his cheeks.
Ana glanced at him and smiled a little half smile at him, feeling awkward at his gaze.
Kizsemit regarded them watchfully but said nothing.
“Come over here, Ana, please…and I’ll adjust your collar.”
“Do you have to?”
Kizsemit looked at her loftily. “I think it best.”
