Amelia’s POV
Amelia stood in the dimly lit chamber, her hands folded tightly in front of her. Elizabeth stood across from her, her expression unreadable.
“You have disappointed me, Elizabeth,” Amelia said, her voice colder than the chill in the room. “I can't believe you are the black witch helping Oliver, you have been by our side for months now, I can't believe my own sister was a traitor.”
“I am a traitor?* Elizabeth scoffed. “Please stop acting like a self-righteous bitch.”
“Elizabeth, I waited years to finally see my sister and now that I have found her, she wants to take everything away from me, my family.”
“They are not your family,” Elizabeth growled, her fists clenched tightly beside her.
“I really can't believe everything you told me and I don't want to believe it, please tell me you are lying.”
Elizabeth’s lips curved slightly, a bitter smile playing at the corners. “No,” she admitted, tilting her head. “I am not.”
Amelia clenched her fists. “You know black witches are fo
