Kizsemit regarded Ana like a principal appraising a delinquent. It set Ana’s ire scale to a high simmer, she was feeling fragile after seeing her father’s photo.
“I’m going to adjust the wards on the collar slightly…so that you will be able to utilise your power, but only enough to do the most basic of spells to train.
“Oh, okay.” Ana re-evaluated the warlock and smiled warmly at him.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “How did you manage to use your power before? You didn’t spell cast did you? Adrian said when you unlocked it you used it…”
Ana frowned and placed a finger against her lips, tapping them in thought. “Ah no…I just had a clear thought in my head that I wanted...(to make it stop)..what I wanted to achieve and it just flowed…”
Kizsemit’s eyes widened, then narrowed, then he scru
