Chapter one hundred thirty seven

"Who the hell are you?" Alina snapped, her hazel eyes narrowing at the woman before her. "And why the hell do you look like my friend?"

The woman smirked. "Oh, I just borrowed her image to trick you," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Don't worry, your human friend is perfectly fine. The only thing we did to her was steal her phone."

Alina barely had time to process that before the woman's body twisted and contorted, transforming into something much, much uglier. Her once-smooth face wrinkled like an old apple left in the sun, her hair turned into a tangled mess of gray, and her nose—well, let's just say, it could now pick up satellite signals.

The witch grinned, showing yellow, crooked teeth. "My name is Angelica!" she announced proudly.

Alina raised an eyebrow. "Really? Angelica? You definitely don't look anything like an angel."