“I told you this would happen,” Dr. Phyllis scolded, the piercing yellow of her own eyes flashing at him.
Arpeggio sighed and did not meet her gaze. “I would have been fine. You should have just left me there.”
“Left you?” she huffed. “Laying in a heap in a musty workshop? Don’t be daft, Arpeggio. You were so disoriented you couldn’t even speak!”
The bird raised his head from within his bed’s cubby hole, the blanket that had been laid over him sliding off his neck. He did not honestly remember how he had gotten there or who had put him inside. Had he done it himself? How many people had seen him?
Where… where were the Clockwerk parts?
“I… need to go back to work.”
“You need to remain exactly where you are!” Phyllis said angrily, her tongue flick