The Midnight Sorceress
The owl rolled her bright eyes.
"Why do you always do that to me?" Cassandra cried, still breathing hard. "Can't you be normal like other birds?"
"Enough nonsense," the owl said. "And stop shining that damn light in my face, you're going to blind me."
With her shaking hands, Cassandra struggled to switch the flashlight off, which threw a wavering ellipse of white into the sky. She wondered if anyone would see it, but if anyone was looking, it would be Ruslan, who was probably watching from their bedroom window by now.
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