“You would wait for permission from a male?” “No. I mean—” Scarlett started, stumbling over her words. “Is he your keeper?” the High Witch snarled. “I do not have a keeper,” Scarlett bit back. “Are you someone’s subject? Someone’s property? Someone’s pet?” “No,” Scarlett growled from between her teeth. “Your Spirit Animal brought you here. The Oracle does not often take visitors.
