Page 170 of His Blazing Witch

"Please?" she insists.

Oh fuck, I don't want to see this. Don't touch him. Don't touch Liam, don't touch my man, you damn bitch! I bang against the mirror, as hard as I can. Don't. Fucking. Touch. Him!

Liam hesitates, but he leans in closer, glancing at her lips. Damn it, Liam, it's not me! Liam!

When their lips touch, I feel a horrible pain scorching from inside. Something in me growls and whines furiously, upset with that scene. Don't touch our mate! He's ours, ours! Damn it!

I grab my injury and bite my wound furiously.

"Ouch!" she suddenly whines, stepping back while holding her hand.

"Mara? Damn, your finger!"

"It's fine, just... just give me that damn towel!"

She grabs it from his hand and leaves, sending me a death glare. That's right, you damn ghost witch, I swear I’ll chop off all my fingers before I let you touch my mate!

Liam stays behind, and I can see him, standing alone in that bathroom with a baffled expression. He glances my way, but not at the mirror, in the sink full of blood. He frowns. Moon Goddess, did he get it? He has to know there's something wrong with that fake woman! He sighs and leaves, leaving my heart on a string. Damn it...

I step back and take a deep breath. I need to calm down. At least, it doesn't seem like she can attack them right away. I check my hand, but it's still full of blood; I bit it like a crazy dog. Well, I don't care about the pain if it can buy me some time. Still, I'm in trouble right now... What do I do?

"Spark! Spark, please..."

I sigh and keep calling him. I make sure to keep glancing all around me, in case the other Mara finds herself in front of another mirror. I can't believe I got myself in such a mess. Where did it go wrong? For once, I was so sure I was about to do something right, and I...

"Hi."

I jump and turn around, only to face a little girl.

...What the hell is happening now? I look around, but she's alone, sitting down and looking up at me with big curious eyes. Big... blue eyes. What the...

"Mara?"

"Hi, Mara," she answers with a big smile.

Now I'm so confused. If she is... Mara Blue, then who the heck is in my body? In Clarissa's body?

I keep staring, but that child looks very young, something like, I don't know, six or seven? Although it feels like she could be older or younger, her physique is like going back and forth. Her long brown curls keep getting shorter or longer, and her face is like a baby at times too, and like a child’s a few seconds later. However, her appearance stays the same, and I definitely see a resemblance to Nora. Her skin is a bit darker and her eyes are a different shade of blue, blue like the stormy ocean.

I sit down, confused.

"You're really Mara, aren't you?" I ask.

"Yes!" she exclaims, joyful.

"Wha-... I mean, what are you doing here?"

"Clarissa said I could stay, so I stayed. But now I'm very lonely..."

I'm trying to make sense of all of this. This is Mara, the real Mara Blue, Nephera's lost child. She's been here all this time! In... inside me. Her big blue eyes look at me with so much innocence, she's different from that reflection in the mirror, so... what happened?

"Mara, do you know who has our body? Clarissa's body?"

Mara suddenly looks scared and about to cry. She shakes her head, her dark brown locks flying all around.

"No, no, I can't say. She's going to be mad at me if I say..."

"Mara, that person is out there with my friends, and she could hurt them. You understand? She can really hurt my friends. Please, you have to tell me who it is."

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