“Stop pretending. Didn’t you notice Galilea with Tyrone?” Abigail scoffed, “She’s his real girlfriend. Our kind is destined for secrecy. I’d advise against pining for things out of your reach.”

“Can you shut up now?” Sabrina retorted, her patience wearing thin.

She assumed her disinterest was conspicuous enough for anyone sensible to leave her alone.

“Oh, so you’re angry now? Just because you managed to snag Tyrone Blakely, you think you’re superior to us? We’re cut from the same cloth. You’re no different.”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear any more of this. Leave, please.”

“I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t your place.”

“If you won’t, then I will.”

her strides resolute as she

was left seething,

of youth, charm, and wealth, while she was stuck

just mistresses. Why did Sabrina act so high

flared as she thought about it, and in a sudden

surprise, lost her footing and toppled into the

of

Sabrina, causing her to

sense of suffocation, the familiar fear spreading throughout her body, making her

shorter,

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