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~Lisa's POV
I stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth. "No. No, this doesn't make sense. You're lying. You have to be lying."
Lira remained calm. "Do you really think I'd make this up? Look around you, Lisa. Look at the way the air moves when you breathe."
I stared at her, my breath uneven. I wanted to argue, but deep down, a part of me knew she wasn't wrong.
"What are you saying?" I asked, my voice small. "That I can do magic?"
Lira smiled faintly. "Not yet. But you will. The blood of witches runs in your veins."
I shook my head slowly, trying to understand. "And my mother… she was one too?"
"Yes," Lira said, her voice trembling slightly. "She was one of the strongest and powerful witches our coven ever had. We thought she would lead us one day. But love changed her path."
I sat down again, my knees weak. "Coven," I whispered. "You said that word earlier. What does it mean?"
"Coven of witches. A coven to protect ourselves, our magic and our kids,"
