Jocelyn
Melinda's mom came to town for a visit and when she swept in, I could smell the power emanating from her every pore. I hadn't even known it was her mother until I went to take her order and had been blasted with an uneasy feeling in my stomach and the distinct smell of fire and brimstone.
Melinda had warned me a day before her arrival that I would need my bracelet, because her mother was coming in for her birthday, so I was wearing it when she arrived but it was scary as hell.
She wasn't tall. She was a smaller woman with long white hair that hung to her waist. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black and she had frown wrinkles on her face. Her forehead was puckered and she seemed to wear a permanent scowl. She wore a long sleeved dark purple, velvet dress that looked itchy and un
