Chapter 51 - Alexander

I arched a skeptical brow at the witch. I am unfamiliar with everyone in Katrina’s coven, but I recognized this one. And there were subtle similarities between the witch standing next to Darren and Lia. Mostly, it was the nose, which proves that you can deny who your kin is, but genetics will always give it away. And while the similarities were almost insignificant, they were there, and it turned my stomach to even look at her.

“What does that mean?” Delilah asked.

At least one of us isn’t considering exit strategies and holding back vile. I know it’s not Augusta’s fault her family is batshit crazy. It’s not her fault she’s related to them. You can’t pick your family, or at least you can’t pick who you share DNA with, would be a better phrase. However, pardon me, I’ve had enough bad experiences with her family never to want to set eyes on another member for the rest of my life.

“I may not be quite as powerful as my Bisnonna, but I am still a powerful witch of the Sabbadin line.