The Sketch
Amelia POV "Angel, this is your grandmother's old friend, Sabrina" my grandfather tells me. Typical name for a witch. I don't like her energy and she literally gives me the creeps. She is a really pretty lady...long straightened black hair, dark eyes that compliment her pale skin. A pointed nose and pouty lips, which happen to be in black lipstick. She has a beautiful model body but her energy and attitude, I do not like. "Nice to meet you" I say to her, grabbing my mate's hand. "Please excuse us, we have stuff to do" I say looking at my grandfather. The old man has a questioning look but says nothing as Jonathan and I move past them going up to my room. He closes the door and locks it as soon as we are in the room. "Tell me I am not crazy and you felt that" I say to him and he nods. "
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