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whispersofloveCoby was not at home, nor was Fin. So Anael simply walked through the streets of London, wondering whether he ought to visit anyone in particular, when he noticed the sign of the bar a little way off. It had been some time, he figured, since he had last seen Kersen, and he smiled at the thought of doing so now.
He did his best to look even more unassuming than usual when he walked into the bar; the fewer of Kersen's clientele he drove away by simply being there, the better. He could not spot the vampire anywhere, and so he walked up to the bar and asked the bartender, a mortal woman he had seen before, whether Kersen was around.
"You're a friend of his, aren't you?" she asked, eyeing him with a slight frown for a second. Concerned affection poured off of her in waves. "He's back in his office," she finally told him. "He could probably use a friend."
"Thank you," Anael told her honestly, her concern catching as he slipped into the back, and went to knock gently on Kersen's office door. "Kersen? It's Anael."
He did his best to look even more unassuming than usual when he walked into the bar; the fewer of Kersen's clientele he drove away by simply being there, the better. He could not spot the vampire anywhere, and so he walked up to the bar and asked the bartender, a mortal woman he had seen before, whether Kersen was around.
"You're a friend of his, aren't you?" she asked, eyeing him with a slight frown for a second. Concerned affection poured off of her in waves. "He's back in his office," she finally told him. "He could probably use a friend."
"Thank you," Anael told her honestly, her concern catching as he slipped into the back, and went to knock gently on Kersen's office door. "Kersen? It's Anael."
