Tonya
The air in my own room felt so poisoned that I couldn’t breathe. My heart hammered against my ribs as Mandy stood there, accusing me of something I had never done or could even think of doing. I didn’t know that such love potions existed, let alone knowing a witch.
“This was in your cupboard,” Mandy repeated for the second time, holding the small red vial like it was a murder weapon. Like it would bring me down even before I started with a new lease on life.
“I swear I don’t even know what that is,” I said, shaking my head. My voice cracked, and I hated that it made me sound guilty.
But it didn’t matter. The way the maids lingered in the hall, whispering giving me suspicious stares, it was as if they’d already decided that I was the traitor. To them I was an omega who had clawe
