"Mind telling me who this Salavador Klassen is?" Cassian asked, his finger tracing along Kirja's uncomfortable expression as they sat in the cramped cabin, her back turned to him.
"He's well-known around here," she said, trying to move her face away from his touch. "A mage… and the captain of the two merchant ships we're on."
Cassian watched her, clearly enjoying the reaction.
If someone had to describe her, they'd say her features were a bit sharp, almost slightly masculine. Her blonde hair was shaved on the sides, while the middle ran long toward the back, braided—giving her a bold, striking edge. But her greyish eyes and pale skin, dotted with a few freckles, softened that look, making her seem unexpectedly cute in moments like this.
Even now, despite her discomfort at his inappropriate touch, there was a faint blush on her face.
"A mage…" Cassian said, a bit surprised. "What rank?"
