Adelaide
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Adelaide,” Mom snapped. For some reason, she always seemed to have an extra set of eyes in the back of her head.
I sighed, dropping my gaze. “I’m sorry, Mom.”
“What did I tell you about looking down?” she said, making me snap my head back up again.
Now forced to meet her eyes, I couldn’t do anything else but look at the woman in front of me. The monster who birthed me…
People often said we looked alike. We had the same long dark hair, the same brown eyes—but that’s also where the similarity ended. While I wasn’t usually looking for friends, I had the ability to be warm and approachable. But that woman was like a f*****g block of ice.
There was no heart, no feelings—nothing. It was too odd, even for a witch.
“Come here,” she commanded, and I coul
