Rosette found Rozelyn sitting in the living room, drinking an orange juice. She looks cozy, calm, and as if she hasn't just been interrogated at the police station.
“Care to join me for dinner?” The Thaumaturge then smiled at her.
“I just had one.”
She put down her juice and vanished in thin air.
Rosette looked around, looking wholly nervous and worried.
“Some things that you’d been looking for are just behind your back all along.”
Rosette whipped her head to the back, to where Rozelyn was standing and grinning. Her left hand bracing at the door knob.
She was astonished by Rozelyn’s sudden teleportation. “You’re going somewhere? I mean teleporting somewhere?”
Rozelyn gave her a breathy, dominant
