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“We can't do that to her.” “She wouldn't know as long as we don't tell her,” Ivan pulled away. “Come on. I know you want me.” He's wrong. I would never want him. Not in a million years. “What do you say, Sabrina?” He brushed his finger over my bottom lip. “Me and you?” “No.” I hissed. “What about one kiss?” he pouted. “No.” I shook my head. “No?” He gripped my hips and lifted me into the kitchen counter.

“You’re not anyone’s mother except Sabrina’s... and for Christ's sake, can you please stop with this sibling nonsense. You are not pregnant.” “Oh?” she said sweetly. “We’ll see.” Ace turned to me, his voice urgent. “Sabrina, don’t do this. You know she lies a lot, that’s basically all she does. Lie. You know she manipulates as well. That skill is up her alley. You can’t let her stay.” I swallowed hard. Every instinct in me was screaming to throw her out, to call security, to shut the door and never look back. But Scott wasn’t here. And if—if—there was even a sliver of truth to what she was saying…

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

She has Teddy’s face but Pink hair and blue eyes. “What about Poppa?” I ask, stepping back so she can see my royal robe and crown. “You look like a King. But Gran looks like a Queen. I’m going to be Queen one day,” Sabrina smiles. “Yes, you will,” Sophie holds out her arms and Sabrina flits into them. “Now put away your wings.” Sabrina squeezes her face tight, and her wings pull in. “I’m going to need them later,” Sabrina starts, but I grab her before she can ruin the surprise.

“Last time I checked, red isn’t a normal eye color, even for a witch.” “But Rosalynd didn’t even grow up as a witch,” Axel explains. “She was raised as a human, her mom is a fake TV witch that reviews pornographic sci-fi films….” “I know what I’m seeing,” I insist. “She is in the middle of a major casting while on the air. The amount of power it would take to spread that kind of message through the television is beyond anything I’ve ever seen a human witch capable of doing. There’s something else…”

She was young, mixed, with very strong makeup, gray eyes, dreadlocks and tied a capulana. — We will give a great reward. Nacula: — Many of us who went to those islands never returned! Neither the witches nor the pirates who followed them. Igor: — Why? Jafana: — Our powers are strong, but not to the beyond! We are more seers than sorcerers… Go to Kayndra Island. Igor: — Why Kayndra Island? Àgata interjected: —For unknown reasons, the witches on Kayndra Island have stronger vibrations, capable of unraveling the mystery.

That was how I figured I probably was taken to the main lobby area from the look of the wallpapers. “She’s awake??” I recognize Sabrina’s voice instantly. A part of me jumped in insane excitement that she was alive before I remembered that she was a witch who was strong enough to protect the alpha. Of course, she would have no problem killing a bunch of savage wolves. If anything it gave her reparation to kill as much as she wanted the kind who was responsible for killing hers. She soon was around me, her distinct pink and white outfit instantly recognizable. My peripheral vision. She is smiling so proudly at me.

The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me. The way the wards had blinked. The way Morwenna couldn't read her mind. She was a witch. A Salem witch. The last of them. But I didn't know the family she was from. And I didn't care. I would burn the world before I let anyone hurt her. "Cressida." She didn't respond. Her eyes were still distant, still swirling with that pale blue light. The wings flexed, spreading wider, casting jagged shadows across the frozen floor. If I stepped to close I could be hurt.

Sabrina's POV "Hey, I'm Lucinda." The red-haired girl smiled as she walked into the room, tugging a heavy luggage behind her. I had been so excited to leave home that I got to my dorm exactly on the day of resumption, which meant that I had the room to myself before my roommate who just showed up got in. "I'm Sabrina." I smiled back at her, hoping she was someone I could get along with. I knew mum said not to use magic at school but if she was intolerable, I wasn't above casting a spell on her to request for a transfer to another room. I hoped she wouldn't make me do that because she seemed interesting.

I thought about what it would seem like seeing a witch die. All these, I had thought aloud to her hearing. But Sabrina kept her cool and told me she was no ordinary witch. What difference would it make, she was going to die regardless. She told me she was a cross between a witch and a descendant of a moonborn who was born without the powers of the moon but had the blood flowing through her veins. What had that mattered to me? But when she told me she could get out of the dungeon whenever she wanted and had the power to grant whatever I wished for, I was more intrigued.