The Queen's Mate
It was like an alcoholic who didn't know when to stop and caused havoc when they exceeded their limit.
"Stand still so I can kill you," Tania growled but her voice didn't sound like her own. It was distorted, sounding like a gruff echo instead of the usual silky tone it had.
"I can't do that," I dropped down, just barely missing a flaming hot white ball of magic that soared over my head. Lifting my hand, I patted my mop of curls to make sure none of the tendrils had been singed, "this is not you," I cooed when I was satisfied I was unharmed. Standing to full height once more, I whispered, "I know the real you and she wouldn't hurt me. Even if she desperately wanted to, she couldn't."
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