She stares me up and down, her nose scrunching up. She’s changed so much, she looks as beautiful as ever, and she looks just like her sister would. That fact sends a pang to my chest.
“You have some nerve coming back here after what you did.” She growls, glaring at me.
“How are you?” I choke out, a familiar warmth spreading in my chest.
When Violette died, I was glad it wasn’t Valerie. Valerie and I used to be good friends, she played dolls with me often, we had tea parties under my tent at home, we were best friends. Well, Kill was my best friend, but she was a close second whenever her brother wasn’t around.
“How am I?” She snarls, her stare appearing to get colder the longer she stares at me. “How do you think I am, witch?” She barks, “You ruined our lives, you took Violette from us
