LILA
The glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor, orange juice spreading across the tiles. I raised my hands on instinct, trying to show I wasn't a threat. My heart pounded as the words came out shaky and thin.
"I'm not a witch. Please don't hurt me."
The grip around my throat tightened. Cold fingers dug into my skin, and then I was spun around. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with her. The dim kitchen light threw shadows across her sharp features, but I recognized her immediately.
Elizabeth Reid. Callum's mother.
But her eyes weren't right. They glowed pale yellow, unnaturally bright in the darkness, and the intensity behind them made my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice low and deliberate.
"I'm a student," I stammered, struggling to breathe against he
