"The Dark Master is about to return." Even as Emira said the words, she felt a strange pull inside her and a quiet confusion about her own feelings.
Somehow, she knew she should feel bad about wanting the Dark Master to return. After all, he could cause mass destruction. She should feel fear or regret or at least some hesitation. But the dark witch blood inside her whispered something different. It made her feel as if she was doing the right thing, as if this path had always belonged to her.
She should have felt guilty towards the Alpha triplets, guilty for even thinking of helping their greatest threat, but instead she felt a rise of power curling through her chest. As if all this was just fun and games.
The Dark Master really was going to return. The knowledge settled in her like a certainty she couldn't shake.
