Iyelda
I was laying low with a good friend of mine who happened to be human. He knew all ‘bout the supernatural; even had a business that helped them. I didn’t know all the details, but I also didn’t care.
It was dark out and I contemplated going to see my fool son. I was curled up on the couch, sipping bourbon with tea. The accommodations here were so lush, I would stay for an eternity, but I had something to do. I had to get Yvonne, them girls, and the hybrid baby. If I got rid of them, I could become the most powerful witch. I could enslave Ingrid. Killing her would be no good. We shared our mother’s womb and could never go against one another, as I’ve found out. I grunted, dragging myself up to my feet. I closed my eyes and chanted. It had been a while.
I opened my eyes and took
