Kalyn was bored out of his mind. Even though his feet were moving to the tune that was being played and the woman in his arms was a natural dancer, his mind was already wandering elsewhere.
He had tried again and again to bring up different topics of conversation with Shiqi Stav, hoping she would latch onto at least one of them. There were harvesting techniques, new trade routes, and treaties between the packs and covens... but somehow everything circled back to what she thought of magic and how good she was at it. And how that it was the right of those who could do magic to rule over others.
After a while, it felt tiring. A witch knowing magic was no big thing, and listening to her repeat the same ideas made him feel like he was wasting his time. He was not a very tolerant man to begin with... As he waltzed her around the large room, he could not help but look for the other prospective mate. Where was she?
