I took a step back, disoriented.
"You think she might have gone to the..." I hesitated, afraid the other word might offend her somehow. I was in her domain, after all, and I didn’t want to be rude. "The other side?"
Dalila’s lips curled in scorn.
"Knowing your grandmother’s reputation, I highly doubt it. She interfered directly with others’ free will and used dark magic with her eyes closed and her hands tied behind her back, girl."
"Then what could have happened?" I pressed, anxiety eating at me.
"The key to finding that answer is in your blood. In your own power."
She stepped closer, pressing her lips to my ear.
"Only when you stop denying your darkness will you discover what you seek, Nadia. Real witches control their darkness. They are not ashamed of it."
Before I could respond
