Adrian returned, followed by his General, Roman and the Warlock, Kizsemit and found Ana curled up on the couch, her head came up, her eyes wide with concern. She noticed how the height of the two vampires made Kizsemit almost look short, even though he was clearly just under six foot.
'She looks up with concern not fear', Adrian noticed and clenched his jaw. 'She is too powerful and she knows it.'
He threw a stack of papers down on the coffee table in front of her.
“Read that…understand that you are mine.” Adrian said in a calm authoritative voice. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense, you need to be controlled if you can’t control your power yourself…you’re too dangerous. At any moment your power could manifest into something solid and kill someone.”
So is this the stern, cold Prince Reb
