The cuts where my wings used to sit were infected, and it hurt with every move I made.
As I opened the oven, I tried my best to use the muscles I had left to get the oven tray out from the heat. Something I had forgotten before turning it on.
Not being able to hold it up, the feeling of my arms about to snap stopped me from holding it in the air with the kitchen towel blocking the heat.
The tray fell to the floor with a loud bang as the following sound.
I could hear my father’s heavy footsteps coming closer, feeling the energy shift in the room as his broad body stepped into the kitchen. It was impossible to miss the way his eyebrow twitched, leading me to fall to my knees, already knowing that he would hurt me.
“Is there anything you could do right?” He spoke with a mild tone that I had never heard before. My head snapped up in an instant. Could it be possible that he had changed?
The theory would soon be crushed into a thousand pieces.
His hands grabbed my arms. “This will make you learn.” He said with an angry tone, his evil smirk appearing on his face, the smirk that always came forward before he was going to hurt me.
And before I knew it, my arms were pressed against the hot oven tray, making my skin boil. A scream left my lungs in deep hurt and panic.
Tears were streaming down my face in an instant, and there was no way for my mother to stop this misery, she was long gone. But the fact didn’t matter when “Mom” was the only word that would leave my mouth. Hoping for a miracle to save me.
Chapter 32
Genevieve
As a small house appears before us, all I can do is look at it in awe. It’s a small, light wooden cottage. The same grapes as before are growing all around it along its veins. The green and purple stand out and capture my attention. Impossible to ignore, a small garden with a fence in the same light tone as the house comes into view. And there, she has planted her own berries and trees. Just like I have done at home.
Was this soul one so like mine we could be sisters by blood? Could she be a twin sister that I didn’t know I had?
As she opens the wooden door to her little cottage, she lets me and Daffodil take a step inside. My jaw drops as I take in her sweet home. Lanterns are floating in the air, spreading a shallow yellow light around them. The lanterns had colored glass, mostly in pink, orange, and crimson.
Her small home is filled with plants in different shades of green, placed in every window, some dangling from the roof, and a few even placed on the floor. Every single one sitting in a pot of a wonderful vibrant shade.
Her scarlet red sofa with golden details steals my attention, looking at me in a sexy and seductive way. And for unknown reasons, my head starts making up scenarios with Ector, leading my cheeks to flush with heat.
He’s dead, Genevieve. For fucks sake.
“Wow.”
“I made it myself!” She says proudly.
“Wait, are you a-”
“A witch, yes!” She breaks me off in excitement. “But I’m not as powerful as many others.” She continued.
“Why is that?”
“It was an accident that happened when I was younger, it’s a long story.”
Sitting down in her floating bed, the scent of plum candles sweeping past my nose every other second, Illysia tells me about her story. By the time she’s done, I’m left with a thousand questions and my jaw has fallen open.
“I can’t believe you went through that. I’m so, so sorry.”
“I’ve learned to live with it.”
“Doesn’t mean you deserved it.”
“Don’t make me cry...” She says, and I can see her jaw shaking.
Moving closer to her, I place my arms around her and give her a tight, warm motherly hug.
