My dress and my hair whipped around me like clouds as I glared at the guards from where I stood in the cell.
Were they the source of my anger? Oh, no, definitely not. I've dealt with their kind for years without snapping.
People who discriminate against me for who I am. People who thought I deserved nothing but death for simply existing.
"Look at her. Is she even a real witch?" One of the many bullies in my life back in the Luminari Coven always used to say that about me.
"She should just kill herself. I can't imagine being such a disgrace to my family name."
"Her mother should be rolling in her grave right now."
"Someone throw a fireball spell and watch how woefully she fails to catch it with her magic!"
And they did. Every bloody time, they did.
