“You little buffoon.” The powerful man spat, facing the window, his reflection conveyed little to no emotion. He turned around, his insults luckily aimed at your colleague and not you.

“The next time you allow yourself to get distracted by that little witch, Ivan,” he said, glaring down at the warlock. “I will make sure neither of you will ever cast a spell again. Now, get out of my sight.” And just like that, Ivan was out of the room in a puff a smoke.

Leaving you and Zane alone.