"Say what?" Ginger growled, glaring at Vasilissa as veins bulged across her face, directing blood to her eyes, which now glowed red. The air around her seemed to twist and contort, distorting light and magic.
In front of her were two Vasilissas; they looked similar, but utterly different.
Vasilissa's true body was far paler than the doll she let live in the mortal world, having skin as white as alabaster and hair of dark purple color, with faint white sparks flowing down it like the night sky. Her eyes were vibrant purple, with the pupil inside reflecting a whole galaxy, all sparking with radiant power.
It didn't take a smart person to tell that the woman standing in the middle of their living room was a monster.
"Ah," Alcott's mother, an old lady in her late seventies who could barely walk without her cane, walked in, approached Vasilissa, and looked at her with a smile. "It's been a while, Violet."
"A while? Years." Ginger growled, "Where has she been all of those years?"
