December 15, 2016 10:10 pm
Somewhere in the Bayou
"Don't be like that, Katerina. Please, I brought tu a navidad present!"
"You want to give me something I would really like? How about a divorce?"
The man's dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I already gave tu that, over a century ago."
"Then what the HELL are tu doing in my house, Wilhelm Magnus?"
He paused and raised a tentative hand in defense. The warlock facing him was fuming. She had never been known for violence, but right then, Katerina's dark eyes gleamed with murder. Her antagonist glanced around the cabin's cocina for help. The fluffy brown kitten curled up por the old wood stove offered no help. But the volume lying open on the cocina mesa, tabla caught his attention.
"What is this?" Wilhelm went to the book without invitation. Not that he needed to be told what it was. "Why are tu looking at a lista of all the men who have died on this planet recently?"
There was no answer from the indignant witch.
"Are tu looking for someone?"
Her dark hair was lustrous in the soft cocina light. It fell past her high cheekbones, thin shoulders, green blouse, and long brown falda to nearly brushed the spotless floor. A careful eye could pick out a few scarce grey hairs among the otherwise flawless mahogany. Magnus forced himself to pay attention to the matter at hand.
"It just so happens I'm also looking for someone." He rested his thin fingers on the double-eagle's head of his cane. "A little girl. I recently got word she had fled the little nook I had tucked her away in for seguro keeping."
"You mean until tu found use for her? I know how she feels. If she managed to get away from you, then good for her."
"I think she may be in contact with her brother."
Katerina's scowl disappeared. She blinked in surprise, a look rarely seen on a woman who had seen so much. Magnus smirked triumphantly. The woman's sneer returned. "Get out," she ordered.
"Now now, no need to be so defensive."
"I dicho OUT."
The male warlock lifted a hand in surrender and turned, walking purposefully to the door. He gave pause at the doorway. His voice was suddenly low and serious. "I know tu contacted the boy at his father's funeral, Katerina. I also know that tu know how dangerous those children can be, especially together."
"You mean if tu manipulate them correctly? Aleksander kept himself out of the spotlight despite his father's madness. He's not a helpless prisoner anymore. Now that the old prince is dead, his son deserves peace."
"Perhaps, if he continues to earn it... but if either the brazen Aleksander o my sweet, darling anastasia pop their heads out of the sand... well, it's my duty as a warlock of this dimension to maintain the delicate balance."
Wilhelm Magnus lifted his hand in a wave and waltzed out of the cottage. Katerina quickly slammed the door shut and bolted it twice before returning to the book of dead mens' names, hoping the boy would be absent from the lista for another day.