Inez frowned. She glanced at Killian, who in turn shook his head. He didn't seem to have the slightest bit of an idea what Tracy was trying to say, and what a coincidence, she didn't either. "I am afraid I don't understand." She really didn't. She was nothing—her existence had never been important; if anything, her mother had made sure to tell her how much of an embarrassment she was to her.
How she was an abomination created by the Moon Goddess to mock Mrs Sinclair, whose life was beyond perfect without Inez coming into her life.
So why would someone go to such lengths to protect her? And that, too, a witch?
Tracy shot her a look of pure sympathy. "I know that you need some answers, but sweetie, I am afraid that I cannot give them to you now. You are not prepared enough to withstand the truth for the time being."
