Ava's POV
My sister.
I sat with that as tears fell — from the impact of the punch, from the shock of the word, from everything landing at once.
"She took my life so you wouldn't get sick. Witch cancer," Ana spat. "Witch cancer doesn't exist."
"You're lying," I said. "My father—"
"Your father fed you a story. A curse on the family line for using dark magic. Isn't that what he told you?" she said.
I said nothing. She smirked at my silence.
"Our family line isn't cursed. Our great-grandmother, Myra, used a magic called expression to bring her lover back from the dead. She was successful — but she couldn't control the power, and it killed him all over again. Expression chooses the witch. The witch doesn't choose it. Our mother tapped into expression on a false claim from Rose, and it ma
