The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 33

"Evonnie!" Alessandra called after her when she chanced upon Evonnie walking to school the next morning. She was with Harper and her crew who looked like they didn't want to leave her or to even let Alessandra within her vicinity.

Evonnie looked over her shoulder to her then stared back at her companions.

"I'll be fine. Please head on to school without me! I'm sorry," Evonnie said and the next thing Alessandra knew, Harper's cold eyes were glaring at her.

Harper and the rest continued on their way while Evonnie stopped to wait for Alessandra.

When Alessandra stood beside her, she went for the kill. "You will never do that again, you hear me?"

"That's none of your concern," she snapped.

"Everything about you concerns me!" Alessandra retorted.

Evonnie fell silent and then turned away. "You're not my mother, Alessandra. You don't get to tell me what to do or not to do."

"Are you saying this because you wanted to be with Cecil so badly?" she said with an acid tone. "Do you prefer blondes? Do you prefer blue-eyed and fair-skinned, Evonnie, is that it?"

Evonnie's jaw flung open as she looked at her like she almost didn't believe her ears. "Isla and I are just friends!"

"Didn't look like that when she looked like she desperately wants to shove her tongue into your mouth," she shot back, her eyes still glaring like bright jewels.

Evonnie's eyes widened.

"Yes, I stayed behind, cloaking myself with an invisibility spell!"

Evonnie gritted her teeth. "You're the one to talk, Alessandra. I didn't even let her do it. I pushed and stopped her, and she respected it. She didn't cause a scene as you did. Her looks don't matter at all. I don't care if your hair is dull and your skin is barbequed in the sun. If I want to sleep with her, it's still none of your business," Evonnie spat and raised her chin daringly. "At least, she genuinely cares about me, and isn't going to cheat on me."

"I'll make sure she cares no more," Alessandra's cold words hinted at a dark purpose.

"Don't you dare do anything to her," Evonnie muttered protectively, recoiling from the idea of Isla getting hurt or something?

"Why do you want her? I have seen your heart, and you're nothing like her. We couldn't have synced the last time when I used that spell. It only works for like-minded people... like us! You're not a good girl, you're far from it."

"That's not legal proof. Admit what you are, Alessandra, but don't drag me in it."

"Proof?" she chuckled. A laugh that held dark humor. "I don't need proof to know. Must I denounce myself a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you? You're either a charming narcissist or an impulsive liar, Evonnie. A charming girl with APD who manipulated everyone into thinking you're innocent. You even had me fooled. People who suffer from antisocial personality disorders belong to one another."

"Isla Cecil is my friend, Alessandra," Evonnie explained, hard lines formed in her facial expression. "Sure, I used her because she has materials and the influences that I don't, but I didn't kill her or her friends. I didn't isolate her from her remaining ones."

"You held her heart hostage. Don't act like you're oblivious to it! I won't let anyone touch you with dirty intentions."

"Oh, so only you can?"

The light in her eyes shifted as Evonnie glared at her. Then she swiftly reached over and grabbed Evonnie's wrist, pulling her forcefully towards her. Their noses almost touched. Evonnie attempted to pry her hands off, but Alessandra tugged on her like an iron chain. Alessandra's hellfire eyes stirred with heat into Evonnie's.