~Amara~
Her gaze was harsh and certainly not friendly. Sincerely, if not for the seriousness of the moment, I probably would have cracked out a wheeze because she looked sourer than a lime. She walked towards me, her eyes taking in my appearance from my head down to my toe. I internally reminded myself not to try this one’s patience. Witches are not my favorite people in the world.
I remember before my stepfather sold me out, a witch had cursed a family to never be productive and she died before she could undo the spell. Now that family has a long generational curse in their lineage with no one to break it.
And I know what you’re thinking. There’s always a loophole. I agree, but for close to eight years now, that loophole is yet to be found. So, no; I do not want to get into her bad boo
