Laura’s pov
I skipped school so I could search the house for my mother’s spell books, if I am to get my revenge I need to learn stronger spell, not the mediocre spells she’s been teaching me. I snuck into her bedroom without the house help noticing and what I saw tore me apart. Pictures of Aurora littered all over the bed, none of me. Did my mother truly resent me so much that she would allow the grief of losing one daughter drive her mad? When witches lose the ones they love most they end up losing their minds. Witches can’t process grief, without someone they love close by, the grief turns to mad rage, and the same rage she had directed to me. I always knew my mother loved my sister more but the confirmation of this felt like the dagger already stuck in my heart was being painfully twis
