"Margret," she replied simply, with a small frown on her face.
"I have not heard of a witch of this coven with that name before. What coven does she belong to?" Zalla asked.
Levina stood to her feet. She was drowning more and more in confusion. She did not like where the conversation was heading, and she certainly did not like being called "child" by Zalla. "My parents are not witches. What does it have to do with Rea?"
"You poor thing," she pouted a little. The look did not suit her. "Rea is not just a descendant of Leah, but she is also your mother. That explains the resemblance between you and Leah."
Levina opened her mouth to say something but could not find the words. She did not want to believe that the woman who had taken care of her, protected her, and died in her arms was not her mother, but it made sense.
