Harley sat crying at the kitchen table. She didn't look at her mom, she couldn't look at her mom, it hurt too much. She wished the witch would close the door so she didn't have to smell or see. But Regina seemed to find pleasure in her discomfort. So she tried to stop crying, tied to stop the tremble in her body. Harley had messed up again, she'd done before thinking, and now Alex would be so mad at her, and what if they didn't know where to come? How long would she have to sit here looking at her mom like that?
She jerked as Regina walked behind her and ran a hand from her left shoulder to her right, a sneer in her voice.
"You know, I'd hoped to get your grandmother, but you, you'll do just fine." Regina laughed. "All three the Grey women, taken down by little old me." She walked arou
