“Katarina, are you okay?"
Katarina didn't look like herself and I couldn't understand why she had a rog in her hand. She was the one who told me that rogs were not used anymore because they were temperamental and because a lot of preternaturals reversed back to the ways of their ancestors because of the animalistic Magic or something like it.
I figured that she didn't like the use of rogs, from the way that she said it.
But now she looked like she had gone completely wild in just a few hours.
“Stay away from the Sledovik, Nevena!"
“I don't understand… what happened to you, Katarina?"
Her strawberry-blond hair was almost black now and sticky. I didn't know if some demon exploded all over her or she just bathed in ink. There were scratches all over her arms, but they looked self-impose
