Dream Mate
I asked, knowing the answer but needing her to say it.
“Witch…” She quickly recoiled when I gestured to her bruises. I sighed, remembering that Melania had been walking around looking like her younger self, meaning she looked like me.
“While I am a witch, I’m not Melania. I’m Katrina D’Amore, Princess of Incubi and mate of Tiberius of Nebrodi.” I assured her. “See, I have red streaks in my hair as a sign that I am a hybrid,” I added, gesturing to my hair.