VALENTINA
“What voices?” I ask Orla.
“I don’t know what or who they are. I just see things and hear voices.” She catches the concerned look Roz and I share and Orla stares at her shoes. “I can’t always make out what they’re saying. It’s like they’re talking a language I never heard before, but I'm slowly beginning to understand it.”
She told me the workers and children at the orphanage made her feel crazy for years. I didn’t want her to think I felt the same, but this was strange, and I had no explanation for it.
“And the voices told you who’s here?”
“No names or anything. I felt the magic as soon as I came in, so I sort of asked myself who could be here, and the voices answered.”
“They answered a witch and a hybrid?”
She nods.
“What kind of hybrid?” Roz questions.
“I don’t
