Jack maneuvered his way throughout the building, while Ivory stared at Demetria from head to toe. She matched her glare, daring her to step out of line, not that she could do anything about it since she couldn't use her powers, but she wasn't above swinging on another witch.
Ivory made a slow circle around Demetria eyeing her clothes that Jack had put her in that morning, and back up to her unbrushed hair. It seemed Ike's bathroom lacked a hair dryer or straightener.
"So your mother decided to have two of you," Demetria blurted out.
Jack chuckled from across the room, while Ivory stared death glares at her. "Well, since we came at the same time, it was too late to take one of us back," Ivory said.
Twins. How nice. The world thought there should be two of them.
"Now that I look at you
