Hayle Coven Novels
My friend beamed around the table, whole face altering, shifting it seemed, shoulders taking on a new set.
That sealed it. No more Pain. I could see it in everything about her now. My Goth friend was gone, forgotten. Mia emerged, instantly adopting her grandmother's poise, the tears gone.
A chameleon. I knew it of Pain-Mia-that she easily converted her mannerisms to those she admired and cared about, but this was the first time I saw her literally change right in front of me. And now I knew it wasn't just her, but it was tied to her magic somehow, this need to belong.
Bab Populer