AMARA’S POV

My son’s face was twisted in pure terror, like I was the monster from his bedtime stories come to life. He looked at me like I was some demon out to hurt him.

And that killed me.

Tears stung my eyes as I inched closer to him. "It's me. It's Mama. I know I look scary but it's me, sweetheart—"

"Stay away from me, you dirty, ugly witch!” He screamed to the point he broke down in tears. There was absolutely nothing but fear and disgust in his eyes as he gazed into ...