Oris
I clench my hand into a fist and the flames in the fireplace rise. I imagine them growing further and spreading all over the walls, the floor until they burn everything down.
I quickly stop imagining it because I don’t know if I can control the fire in case it decides to really grow and glance at the cat.
He’s watching me.
“I’ll break whatever I want.” I say calm.
“Aren’t you too old for this?”
“For what?”
“Playing the upset child and taking it out on innocent household objects. “
Octavia says
“Aren’t you talking too much for a cat?”
“It’s just enough.”
He brushes my foot with his tail and begins walking around.
“You have practice in an hour.”
“I’ll tell the maid to call Ernesto and ask him not to come.”
The cat pauses.
“Ask him? What are you talking about, Ori
