AZALEA'S POV
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I step into the house, chest heaving from how fast I ran to make it back before Lyra wakes up, but I'm too late as I take the first step onto the stairs, hearing her laughter coming from the kitchen. Guilt smacks me right in the chest, almost ridding me of my breath. "Can't I rather be a witch?" Lyra's voice cuts through the house as it becomes silent. "You don't want that, little one." Auber's voice is soft, filled with sadness, completely vulnerable. "Why not?" Lyra asks confused. I stop in the doorway, staring at the back of my daughter's head. Auber's gaze flicks to me, her eyes widening and darting down.
I glance down at the crimson stained clothes and point upwards, indicating that I'm going to take a shower. Auber nods curtly, giving Lyra all her attention once mo
