Carly
“Meh, don’t worry about it,” Magdalena tells Caden and brushes off his depressing words with a swish of her hand. “If you met your parents or relatives, they know you exist and might even come to find you.”
That cheers him up. “You’re right,” he smiles at the witch. “And while I wait for them to find me, maybe you can help my mate awaken her powers?”
Caden returns his gaze to me, and I grow nervous when Magdalena scrutinizes me. She makes a “Hmm,” sound deep in her throat and scoops up some of the lime green sludge from her bubbling cauldron. “If you want me to help awaken your powers, child, I must warn you that you might not like what your foresight ability might reveal about yourself.”
I arch an eyebrow in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”
She cackles cruelly, and I shiv
