Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

She looked at me with pride in her eyes and somehow, for one second, it
felt like mama was staring back at me. It was strange but I still wasn’t sure I
liked that woman.
“Although… there is one loose end in that plan of yours.” When she saw
my confused face, she added, “Conan. He suspects you, doesn’t he?”
I gulped and nodded, avoiding her eyes. That fucker loved Jack so much, I
knew he was wary of me. The glares he'd sent me at the funeral were one big
clue.
“Don’t worry, little flower. I’ll take care of him.”
“What do you– why would you do that?” I didn’t know that woman and
although she seemed to know a great deal about me, I didn’t understand why
she would help me in any way.
“Consider me your witchy godmother.” She smirked. “I owe it to your
ma’.”
I stared at her, somehow more confused than ever. That woman was… an
enigma.
“You’ve been strong. You don’t need to anymore, though. Start taking care
of yourself, you deserve it, Dalia.” She nodded and turned to leave without
another word towards the woods on our right.
“Wait!” I called, getting on my feet. “ You didn’t tell me your name?”
With a smirk she turned to look at me.
“My enemies call me Medusa. You, however, can call me Aveni.”