A LIFE LONG GIFT
The scent of blood permeated the air, but Rebecca's attention shifted when she made a startling realization.
"You are a witch!" she exclaimed, the revelation echoing through the hall. While a person could change their appearance with magic, they couldn't alter their blood scent. The scent of blood served as a truth, a marker of one's identity.
Abigail, now exposed, cackled evilly as she mouthed incantations beneath her breath. In a sinister transformation, her once beautiful face began to contort and boils started to mar her features.
"Miss me, Noah?" Elizabeth's taunting words cut through the air.
The security guards, their instincts on high alert, swiftly entered the hall.
Noah, barked orders as he saw Elizabeth,
"What are you doing? Get her!" Noah's voice echoed through the tense atmosphere.
They moved in unison, aiming to apprehend Elizabeth, but she had a trick up her sleeve.
