OLIVIA BURNS

“Have you lost your mind Igor? What the fuck are you doing here?” I gasped loudly, slapping my hands over my exposed breasts and drawing the pink silk kimono tighter about myself.

The blonde man was just standing there gazing at me with an intense look in his eyes, his white button-down shirt lapping against the wide leg of his white pants.

“I've been sending the scribe to you with messages Livie, did you not see him?” He intoned oddly, and I could sense the rage simmering underneath the surface of his calm exterior as I pulled him closer to myself, glancing behind him at the shadowed hallway...