“Listen, Sienna, I know we got off to a rough start. And I want to apologize. I’m sure it seems like I just kind of invaded your home, and your family, and you didn’t get to have a say in the matter. That’s not fair, and I’m sorry.”
She had turned her back on me and focused again on her book, but now she looked up from it slowly. “You’re sorry,” she says, staring out the window. Her tone is flat and cold.
When she shuts the book and turns to me slowly, I am startled by the hate in her eyes. She stands up and begins to pace closer to me, a snarl forming on her face. It’s terrifying.
“You can save your fake apologies, witch. You don’t have to play nice with me. I know what you really are.”
I let out a half laugh in disbelief. She had called me a witch the day I got here, but it hadn’t oc
