Morgana
I knew Dominic wouldn’t recognize me, not when he was only eight years old twenty years ago. But deep down I was scared of him. His cold demeanor and the alpha authority oozing from him made it hard for me not to shiver under his scrutinizing gaze. Unlike my cousin who wasn’t just naturally born a witch, I was born weak and needed to keep red clothings on to hold on to my powers or they might fade away. If I knew I’d meet Dominic at the funeral hall, I’d have stayed away.
It wasn't my fault that Victor had to shoot himself in the leg by calling me a name that wasn’t mine the moment he came back to the hall. But there he was, blaming me for trying to endanger him after Dominic left with Emily.
“You shouldn’t even be here at all.” He screeched, pacing up and down in his office
