BELLY
"Things are about to get real, Belly," Donna said beside me. "You'll be meeting your mate as well as the sister who betrayed you. You must be ready for it."
I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror. I looked the way I did a week ago when I trailed Michelle from school to that restaurant. As usual, my head was covered with a thick black veil, the heavy fabric falling from the crown of my head and swallowing every strand of my hair from view. It framed my face closely, draping low enough to blur the shape of my features without making it impossible for me to see through it. And for the parts the veil could not fully protect, I had worn thick, dark shades that completely hid my eyes.
No one would see my hair. No one would see my eyes. It would be hard for them to recognize m
