Chapter Twelve.
I COULDN’T HAVE HEARD her correctly. “I’m sorry. I’m... What?”
Natalie’s sister, Tania, turned to me. “You wouldn’t have been able to get in the front door of this hotel if you didn’t possess some sort of witch blood, but you are unusually strong for someone who is untrained.”
I staggered over to a long pew type of seat and slumped down, worried my wobbly legs would no longer hold me.
“I... I.... That’s impossible,” was all I could get out, because it was the truth.
Natalie walked over to me, still wearing her stunning corporate gear. Her long hair was twisted into braids on her head, neat and tidy, whereas her identical twin had her long hair flowing down her back, her dark hippy style dress at total odds with Natalie’s neat style.
“It’s not impossible,” Natalie said
