Nefretiri
It's him.
With William's car seat in my mouth, I stare at the man dragging Naomi away. It was the witch who'd read her father's cards and promised him a lie. He hadn't aged a day, his eyes were darker than I remember, and his hair had been cut short. But what stood out to me was his power. It radiated around him like he was on fire.
Naomi keeps screaming, fighting against the witch to get to me. She wants her baby, anger, terror, and tears written all over her face. Yet, my instincts tell me not to give him up. So I back away until I'm at a safe distance from them.
The witch stares at me, and I swear he looks shocked. Didn't he know who I was? Maybe it's not that. Maybe it's Kali. If he knew the old me, there's a high chance he did. He wouldn't have known I could shift, right?
"You," He whispers in awe, and he stops fighting Naomi, but he doesn't let her go. "You're back?"
Back? What was he saying?
