Chapter Twenty-Nine
Natalie I stared at the woman, knowing there was no need for a DNA test. She was my biological mother. I could tell by the similarities in our appearance, especially before the curse was lifted. I had obviously inherited her hair texture, as her curls spiraled in a mass identical to my own. Our noses sloped similarly, and the bow of our lips was identical. I supposed I’d inherited my father’s eyes, skin color, and cheekbones, setting me apart from her in those ways. “I saw you,” she whispered, looking at me. “And a part of me just called out to you, my child.” Tears pooled in her eyes. “And then I saw Nadaria, and I knew it had to be true.” A flurry of emotion stirred in my chest, making my stomach turn. Joy for finding her, but anger because she made a deal with a dark witch and used m
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