Andria's POV
I took in slow but steady breaths.
"Step forward and stare into the mirror," she commanded as she went straight to business.
She dabbed a towel on her concussion, muttering some words I couldn't tell. After some time, she walked to me and wrapped the towel around my face.
The towel smelled like herbs and blood, and my hunger increased. My stomach growled instantly.
"You thirst for blood, child," she said, unwrapping the towel from my face.
I nodded, a blush of embarrassment staining my face.
"Not bad, you will eat before you leave. Now look at the mirror," she ordered, going back to the potion and dipping the towel into it.
She repeated the process three times, and by the time I looked into the mirror after the third, I looked different.
I wasn't Aria, I wasn't Andria, I was a different entity altogether.
I laughed softly. "You're impossible."
