Page 150 of The Blairville Legacies

I looked over at my mother, who was leaning against the sink, looking at Amara with an exasperated look. And there she was again. The caring mother who always worried way too much about me.

“We can’t wait any longer. You’ve kept her in the dark long enough,” Amara replied to her without turning around.

Kept in the dark?Did she mean me?

“Everything was fine.” Mum came to the table and sat down diagonally next to Amara, looking into her blue eyes as if they had known each other forever.

“Diana, imagine if Gloria had found out before I did.”

“Who told you?”

Mum pressed her lips together.

Amara just ignored her and looked back up at me encouragingly.

What on earthwas this all about? And was I supposed to tell Amara that there was a wolf out there somewhere chasing all of us, that as mayor, she had to do something about it?

“Bayla. Your mother told me what you saw.” She looked briefly at her hands – adorned with silver rings – which she had clasped on the table.

I only now realized what she had just said.

“What?”

“You were watching a Senseque transform,” she continued, looking me in the eye again. There was an incredible matter-of-factness in her voice.

“I can’t quite keep up...”

I also felt drained, exhausted, and as if I had slept too long.

I admired this woman’s patience as she began to try to explain something to me.

“The university you are attending is located in an area where people live who are cursed and who can turn into wolf-like creatures.”

What? Was she serious? If that was supposed to be a joke, it was absolutely not funny.

I fell silent and stared at her, stunned.

She was a grown woman, the age of my mother. That she believed me was one thing, but that she now mutated intoSister Grimmwas another.

“You also have a certain gift, Bayla.”

I tried not to laugh. This whole situation was getting more and more absurd.

While I was trying to convince myself that I had only dreamed all this crap, she was telling me werewolf tales. All that was missing was coffee and cookies.

“Don’t get me wrong, but I’m not able to follow your words right now,” I sighed.

“That’s normal. You just found out things you should have been let in on a long time ago.”

I looked at Mum, who was still looking at me worriedly.

“Bayla...” I glanced at Amara again. “You are one of us, a Quatura.”

Before I could have asked, Amara moved her hand and pointed with it to a flower pot that was on the kitchen counter.

My eyes widened as, where so recently there had been nothing but black earth, a green tendril suddenly shot up and meanderedits way to the top before buds could be seen popping open and presenting an elegant purple flower.

I wanted to jump up, but I was stunned. I tried to blink, but no matter how many times I opened them, that damn plant had really just appeared out of nowhere in three seconds.

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