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AMAIRA'S POV

"Because?" I asked impatiently, leaning in close to listen like I was urging her to continue.

"Because I lived with them… " she sighed.

"Them?"

"You won't understand, but that will be another topic for later. I just want to let you know that, the reason he keeps appearing to you is because he believes that you're Abigail."

"The Princess of witches… " I remembered she still had hands around mine and the entire we talked, she was drawing circles in the inside of my palm.

"Yes. As a half witch… ironically enough, he's actually more powerful that all the witches ever known in history which is the black witches and the white witches… "

"I'm guessing you're a white witch?"

She giggled. "Yes.. we're particularly known by the color of our hair. Look," she became serious almost immediately. "Jason got a hold of you when he discovered that you were his rival's mate, Damien. And when he did get you, he claimed to have found the long lost princess of witches which was the daug