Chapter 335

I was lifted off the ground, sped into her loft, and crashed against the wall, pinned inches off the ground. I clawed at my throat.

Ro pulled on Raquel's arm. "It's Nava. Put her down and we'll explain."

Raquel pushed him back with invisible magic.

Rohan threw his hands up in surrender and she dropped me.

I straightened my clothes. "I'm getting a shirt that says 'I'm not her.'"

The studio was crowded with witches of all ages and ethnicities. Every single one of them was tense and focused on me.

"Prove you're Nava and not Lilith possessing her body," Raquel said.

"I called you McGonagall when we first met."

"Proves nothing. Possession could easily come with access to memories."

The women pressed in, cutting me off from Rohan.

"Cut me and I'll bleed red?" I said.

Raquel shook her head. The witches grew grimmer.