Ava.
I hadn't received that name in some weeks. When I heard that word come from her lips, all of my fingers stopped feeling. I watched in utter terror as Tinley's eyes grew ferociously accusatory.
Tinley said, "Or should I call you Rose? I'm quite confused about the identity by which you go by these days, as it seems you have several," and as adrenaline surged through me, I stood immobile.
I realized what was going on when I noticed the items in her hands. She held my second dagger in her right hand and the copy of the newspaper that Alpha Max wanted with my face plastered all over it in her left.
She glanced down at the newspaper before comparing the image of me in my actual form to me in the present. "When I first saw this, I wasn't so sure it was you," she said. I can comprehend the hair color change but not the eyes, so after all of your hexes, I have no doubt that a witch must have altered your appearance.
