DANTE
"All done. Good as new," Celina, my half-sister, grinned. She pointed to the stitches she'd made on my leg and her attempt to heal me.
It was no secret that my father had slept with a whore shameless enough to keep the pregnancy, which resulted in her.
I hated that her birth had driven a wedge through our family, especially between my parents, but I didn't blame Celina for it. They were two consenting adults. If they'd been sensible enough to think about the people who'd get hurt by their recklessness, they might have spared us all the pain.
She snorted, staring at her palms. "I think I'm getting better. My witchcraft gene isn't dormant after all."
I narrowed my eyes at her, then flicked her forehead.
She gasped and scowled at me. "What was that for?!"
"For using magic when I didn't authorize you to," I muttered.
"When?" she asked, feigning innocence.
