Sixty

"Mom?"

My eyes couldn't deceive me. When Hexia has me in her grasp, I open my eyes to this place.

The last time I was in a subconscious dimension was when Merkon rewrote my life just the way I wanted. If this is another trick, I will not fall for it.

The woman stood ten feet from me. Her long wavy silver hair hung loose as she wore a simple white dress and was barefoot. She looks carefree and doesn't bother about being dirty. But given that we are in space, nothing can harm us.

Is this Hexia's trick?

Does she want to get information by pretending to be my mother, whom she hates?

I won't let this happen again.

"This better not be one of your sick games, Hexia," I cried out, hoping she would answer, but after a few seconds,s nothing.

I clench my fist and glare at this woman who resembles my mother but is probably Hexia in disguise as an advantage.

"Who are you?"

The woman pulls on a smile. It's not just a smile; there was gentleness and sadness to that expression.

Nope, not going to fal