“Well, if it isn’t my marionettist.” The words left Katherine’s mouth even before she realized her tongue and lips were even working together. Just a few seconds ago, waking up to see Oscar’s tall frame looming over her from the side of her bed was almost enough to give her a heart attack.
But somehow, she instantly calmed down, when she recognized him- courtesy of the phoenix. and her gift to retain fright. Or maybe it’s just that she’s been witness to more horrific things than that of Oscar’s face…
Oscar gave her a frown and she couldn’t help the next jab that flew out either, “Would you prefer puppeteer?”
Oscar came in while she was still asleep with the mage in tow, shaking her awake. Peeking at the digital clock on her nightstand she saw it was 5 am. Seriously? She pulled the thick
