Dream Mate
I scoffed, folding my arms.
“Oh, mia stellina. You have your papa’s pessimistic attitude.” The trickster witch laughed softly as she got to her feet.
“Stop calling me that, and don’t you dare talk about my papa, Shit Witch. Drop the act, and let’s finish this.” I demanded, ready to have a showdown to save Tiberius and do my part to end this war.
“I’m not Melania. I’m Liliana Berardi, your mother. None of what you see is from Melania’s magic. This… well, it’s my magic.” She sighed. “How can I prove it to you?”