The world around me muffled, as if someone had stuffed cotton in my ears. My heartbeat thundered in my chest, drowning out everything else. I turned to Hannah, my voice barely a whisper. "What do you mean by that?"
Hannah's eyes flicked to Beatrice, her lips curling into a bitter smile. "You're still as destructive as ever, Bea." She looked back at me, shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. "I never told you because I didn't want you to react like this. But the cat's out of the bag now." She took a deep breath, her words hitting me like physical blows. "Yes. You are born of a witch and a warlock. I am a witch—"
"You were a witch," Beatrice drawled, her voice thick with a honey-sweet southern accent. "Not anymore, sugar."
Hannah's jaw clenched, but she continued. "Trisha is also a
