'You can't be mated to someone who's dead.' Natasha thought as she hid a sinister smile.
That night, at a luxury apartment near Stanford University….
An extremely beautiful, tall, slender and blonde woman sat on the couch eagerly awaiting the arrival of a visitor.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
The clock on the mantle struck midnight.
Soon after, there were three rapt knocks on the door.
Natasha who was seated on the couch smiled in satisfaction. The long awaited visitor has finally arrived.
Unlike Natasha, the visitor, Aurora, was especially low key and secretive. She had to be, with the kind of wares she was selling. She was after all what you may call a WITCH. In this day and age, her kind has dwindled to a few thousands so they are particularly sought after for their "services."
As such, the woman was young but already looked thin and wizened. She had an appearance reminiscent of the witch from Snow White.
