Chapter 052

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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.

“But I grew up in Pleasant Valley, California.” I groan as I turn my head from side to side and my hair emits amber sparks, my skin glowing and my eyes shining 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 blooms 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. "I'm sure your mother had her reasons for hiding you so far from your own kind. But now you've found us again," she makes it all sound like a celebration, like something to be happy about, but all I feel is despair. Just a few moments ago I knew who I was. Now, I have no idea who or what I am.

Hazel’s twinkling eyes glimmer as she moves my hair aside t