Chapter 13

Emerald couldn’t believe that she had stooped so low. How could she have been willing to turn to the dark arts to get what she wanted? It was something that she had never done before and something that she’d promised herself never to do.

She sat in her office at her desk and contemplated her actions. She leaned onto her desk, resting on her elbows with her hands in the shape of a steeple, leaning her forehead on them. “What have I done,” she whispered to herself, “what have I become.”

Emerald had never been a vengeful person. Yes, she’d kept tabs on Leah, but that was only intended to keep abreast as to how her powers were progressing. She’d never meant her any harm, but she also couldn’t allow her powers to become too strong. She needed both Abigail and Leah to be on equal footing. One should never be stronger than the other, should this happen then things could spiral out of control.

Abigail entered the room and asked her mother if everything was ok. She’d never seen her look s