Matt’s P.O.V.
“Missed me, champ?”
Her voice hadn’t changed at all. Smooth, confident, and teasing with a layer of unmistakable power.
I blinked.
Aunt Claire.
Before I could respond, she pulled me into a tight hug, her energy wrapping around me like wildfire.
“Still too slow to react,” she teased, ruffling my hair like I was ten again.
“Wait—what the hell are you doing here?” I stepped back, eyeing her in utter confusion. “Mom?”
My mother smiled with a knowing look, arms folded across her chest. “I called her. We needed a witch. I got you one better—a hybrid.”
“A hybrid?” I echoed.
Aunt Claire chuckled and walked further into the room, her eyes scanning everyone with curiosity before landing back on me.
“She’s my older sister,” Mom explained. “And yes, she’s half-witch. Our mater
