“Was…she was the strongest witch you used to know. But she is dead. I ripped the necklaces from her neck, shattering her spells and her power.”
“No.” She whispered, a soft horror growing on her face. A face I knew wasn’t hers.
“Yes.” I smiled as I leaned in. “Now. Who are you?” I tightened my fingers on her necklace and she pulled back, but froze when she realized I held her necklace.
“I’m Aurora.” She panted softly, but the panic was in her eyes, eyes that had settled a soft brown.
“Aurora had blue eyes, and you have brown.” I whispered, watching her eyes widen in panic. “There is a peaceful solution.” And I ripped the necklace from her throat.
“No!” She screamed as she tried to turn away, but I held her securely in my hands as her disguise dropped again. I watched as her blonde ha
