Ally’s POV
"I see someone did not take history classes seriously." A sheepish smile appeared on my face and I shook my head.
"Well, my dear Allyson-" I wanted to ask how she knew my name, but I remembered Dahlia's words. Makayla knew what I was.
"-Krionas as you know, have the gift of Sight, as well as healing abilities that come with age, plus our famed ability to concoct potions. Sometimes, we can also do some form of locator activity. Nothing like how the witches do theirs, I assure you. But after all that, we're basically human. No supernatural strength, sense of smell, hearing, speed, fangs -" she made her face as if imagining herself with fangs and I would've been amused if we were having this conversation under normal circumstances.
"-etc. So, no Allyson dear, I cannot
