Guinevere Book Report

There was a unicorn. There was a unicorn standing in Morgan's otherwise deserted library. Guinevere had no idea how it got there and she didn't care per se, it was just that she wasn't quite sure what kind of mood Morgan would be taking the news in. Oh who was she kidding, it was going to be a bad one. The only questions were how bad she would take it and how much Guinevere was to blame for it. Very and completely were the usual respective answers and Guinevere couldn't see that changing anytime soon. Guinevere swore. She had only wanted to read a few books. She didn't have much else to do. Except, now, move a unicorn before Morgan finished her experiments for the day and killed her.
What, Guinevere wondered, was the right way to talk to a unicorn. Calling it like a horse sounded wrong, close to disrespectful, but they weren't like humans, right? Sumati would know, but the girl had been acting odd the past week and it wasn't as if the Patron could excuse herself from godhood to save her old sitter. There was a story about a woman and a unicorn that Guinevere half-remembered, out of the parts of it she'd read before her grandfather had taken the book away, but she doubted that'd be much help either.
"Hello, uh, girl?" Her voice was rough, always had been, but next to the magical …show more content…
The words cut from the implant in Guinevere’s mind with a near migraine-inducing snap and Guinevere only resettled her body against the library’s doors. This, at least, was normal. She knew this, knew the frustration that was coming and days of Morgan being so very angry at her wards for being breached. It hurt, but it did not hurt like the blue eyes across from her, a gaze that dragged the woman she had murdered from the grave. It was too late for anything