Russel stood there, like he had seen a ghost for a moment. It was simply unbelievable to look at her and think it wasn’t a prank. He was a witch but even to the abilities they had, there was a limitation. She was still dressed in what she had worn the moment she stepped into the house. A leather pants, leather jacket and some booths. Yet her face, height and shape was the exact one of Sloan.
“How?” he managed to stutter and walked closer.
“I don’t know. It just happened as a lot of things did. One time, I found myself in Damon’s house just by thinking about it.” she spoke.
“This is extraordinary,” he walked closer and walked around her, to see if the magic was perfect.
“I see why you have been under the radar recently.” He poked her skin to see if there was any change. When there was n
