Alpha Kazimir.
I came home, I needed to get changed before I could get back to the office, and Ariana was standing in the living room, over one of the paintings she had made.
“You didn’t come home last night.” She spun around. “What’s this cheap shirt you are wearing? Is it from Poland? He couldn’t give you something else.”
“I don’t see it as any big deal.”
She clicked her tongue at me.
“Whatever you say.”
She turned, facing the painting again.
I walked into my room, and opened the door, to change into another outfit. I could have sent Poland to get me something to wear from the house, but there was something that I needed to take.
I got changed and came back, Ariana was still by the painting, staring at it whilst she made it.
“You’re leaving?”
“I’ve worked at the pack ho
