MARGARET
The car moved fast on the rough forest road. Cold air still clung to my skin. I sat beside my mother, holding two potion bottles tightly in my hands. They were warm. Too warm. As if they were alive.
I stared at them.
One red. One deep green.
The light from the moon hit the glass and made the colors glow. My fingers trembled. But not from cold. I was still shaking from what I had just seen.
Kristine’s face. Her eyes. Her sharp nose. Her skin that looked like old paper. And that laugh...
I swallowed hard.
“Her face still haunts me,” I said, looking out the window to avoid my mother’s eyes. “She’s the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Don’t be a child,” Luna Jillian said, one hand on the steering wheel and the other brushing her dark hair back. “Ugly or not, she has power. T
