Cold hands clasped against Granny's and the dread set in, burning in her veins and spreading through her bones.
"You are not my Nadia." She gritted through the pain.
"I am not a stranger either," an uncanny smile cut across Nadia's face. "If not for your wonderful theft, I wouldn't have had this body to come back to. So perhaps, I should be grateful." Her voice was roughened with a gruff as she pulled Granny closer into a tight embrace, draining her power and claiming it as her own. "Perhaps I should also thank you for being alive too."
"Kestra." Granny's voice was a whisper, the pain was too much. Confusion set in. "You took my daughter's body."
"Mine." Red light flashed in Nadia's brown eyes, but obviously, she wasn't the one speaking.
Granny frowned, anger cutting across her features and evident in her eyes. "Let her go!"
Snap!
Control slipped from Kestra, only for a moment.
Just for a moment.
