The Mate He Hates
The display of strength was beyond anything I had imagined.
“Your mother is stronger than she looks,” she chuckled, setting the couch down as gently as she had lifted it. “This is just one of my gifts, Amanda. There’s so much more I can do.”
Before I could react, Mother extended her hand in front of us. With a focused expression, she gently touched her other hand to her wrist, and before my eyes, her skin shimmered faintly, almost glowing. The light faded quickly, revealing a perfectly smooth, unblemished wrist.
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