“Your mother had a protection spell on you which stopped me from reading through your mind, it’s only you and her memories I could possess. Knowing Tamara, her spells would be the strongest. You have to let me in yourself.” Tamara. Mom. My hands squeezed on my legs as I shuffled into the soft sheets on the bed. After I came down from the car, they will watch me as I walked briskly into the house. I was so happy that there was no one there so I immediately turned to the stairs, flying up to my room. My compartment was clean so I locked the door and dived into my bed in confusion. Different thoughts were leaving my head and entering again and again. The room was silent and the silk curtains blew a bit as I stared at it with my eyes glassy. I hadn’t seen Corey all morning, my hands were healed, my mother purposely dropped me off at the orphanage to help me get away from what I didn’t know a fuck about, and apparently, she put a spell on me. I delved my hands int
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