Chapter 83 Queen of the Witches
Grace’s POV
Next time someone introduces themselves…
Don’t interrupt!!!
Hell, I was going to have that tattooed across my arms, my ass, AND my forehead from now on! Because, of course, our witching neighbors couldn’t just be ordinary witches, it had to be the coven that slowly was becoming the ruling faction within that branch of the supernatural race.
Just--- great!
The dark bitch in the back of my head was ready with her unsought of derogatory comments, but I mentally hissed at her, putting her in her place. I was beginning to know how to handle her. It was like having an unruly dog stuck in my head, that needed to be put on a leash and tugged back into her cage. She was still surrounded by darkness, and I knew that at any point, it could overwhelm me. But I wasn’t so scared of it anymore. Some days, I knew I would be more prone to listen to her chatter and that the allure of the darkness would drag me in.
But those were just the bad days.
And even bad days passed…