Chapter 052

[Apple]

This has to be a trick or a hallucination because none of this makes sense. Hazel’s words cannot be true.

I can’t be a witch. Or a half-witch, or part-witch, or whatever.

“I grew up in Pleasant Valley, California.” I remind her as I turn my head from side to side watching as my hair emits amber sparks, my skin glows and my eyes shine beacon bright. “A HUMAN ONLY community. They have hex-blockades and supe detectors installed in the roads leading into town," my voice is growing louder and as I blush in frustration, my skin's hue slowly blooming to match the flowers in my hair. "How can I be a witch if I grew up in a place like that?"

"Witches are good at hiding." Hazel shrugs. "And I bet your mother or father tied your powers down so tightly they thought they'd never escape." She grimaced. "Probably even put a compulsion or two on you to keep you a virgin. That way your powers wouldn't manifest until you were ready."

Hazel then explains that if my powers were locked as she s