Bea’s POV
“Your Mother would be proud.” one of the witches laughed as she knelt beside me
I felt anger and hatred towards the witch who spoke those words. Who was she to mention my mother? Who was she to try to manipulate me with that? I struggled to sit up, but my body felt heavy and uncoordinated.
"My mother?" I spat, my voice shaking with rage. "What do you know about my mother?" I knew nothing about her and hadn't my whole life.
The witch's smile faltered momentarily, but then she regained her composure. "Oh, yes," she said. "We know all about your mother. We know what she was and what she did."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I stared at her. What did she mean? What had my mother done?
"And what does that have to do with me since I don't even know her and never have done,
