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I am still staring wide-eyed at the woman on the hospital bed when a loud cough draws my attention. Nicole is staring between her mother and me, her brows furrowed with confusion. Her mother is staring at me too, and the shock in her eyes tells me she knows what I am.
The energy I sensed earlier is still there. But none of this makes sense. Why is a witch lying in a hospital bed, and how is she connected to Nicole? She cannot possibly be Nicole’s biological mother. My mate is human. I would have sensed it.
The woman seems to notice my questions because she subtly shakes her head before turning toward her daughter with a weak smile.
“Nicole, love. Can you get me something cold to drink?” She says in a soft voice.
“Ugh…is that okay?”
“Yes, the doctors said I can have cold drinks no
