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AMAIRA'S POV

I swallow.

Great. They had black witches and white witches. I was learning, right?

"I'm Alexis... Austin's mother." The middle aged woman said with a calm smile on her face as she looked at me and I wasn't surprised actually. She gave off this motherly feeling whenever I looked at her, and looking closely now, I could see the slightly similar facial expressions they both had. The hair color and eye color was quite obvious from the beginning though.

"And that's Alice, Angel's sister, my half sister. A witch."

"A black witch." Alice corrected, her eyes still on her phone as she typed away furiously like she was arguing with her keyboard.

"Alice, what did I say about having phones on during dinner." Jason suddenly asked, a vein at the side of his forehead.

Slowly, he reached out and pushed a plate of food before me, and when I glanced at him questionably, he glared at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Eat." He orders In that tone, and I frown. I was not a dog, but I was h