Inez felt herself go red in the face due to embarrassment. She didn't want to come out as someone who was judging Tracy for what she was, but there was this—inherent contempt that she had against the witches due to the shifter blood flowing in her veins.
But then again, Tracy had done her best to save her, and she was being rude to her by talking to her in that tone.
"I am—" Inez began, but Tracy waved her hand and said to her, "There is no need to apologise; I do understand. It's not easy for a shifter to let go of their prejudices against witches. It would be surprising if you got used to me in a day or two."
Inez heaved a sigh of relief. The weight on her shoulders lifted, and it was only then that she realised that she was actually carrying a weight on her shoulders. She blinked her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her, and asked, "Why are you here? I mean, why are you trying to help me?"
