I wanted to fall back onto my bed and wish this all away, but I’d tried to get rid of my mother and sisters since I was five, and it hadn’t worked yet. I could push anyone else away, except the people I truly wanted to get away from- my family. The Kamlocks might be talented dark magic witches, but they were white trash gold diggers, and my mother was a Kamlock. Although, I refused to accept that name. My father had been a Delvaux and I would remain one. He was my only link to being good. To not becoming what my mother wanted me to become.

“Did you get her up?” My middle sister came into the room and paused when she saw me sitting up. “Good morning, now go make sunshine,” she said with a giggle, as if she was making a joke. Leanne wasn’t the bitch my older sister was, but she wasn’t an angel either. Leanne was more of a meddler. If there was a pot to stir, she was stirring it. The worse the situation grew, the happier she seemed.

“This isn’t my wedding, thank the earth, but I’ll go make sure you have dry grass then I’m leaving. I’m not staying here all day in this insanity,” I grumbled.

“Aunt Marigold will be here soon,” Leanne told me, as if I cared that more Kamlock women would be arriving. All the Kamlocks would be arriving today. We didn’t do family time. My mother’s sister had only one good quality, her son. Duely was the only family member not cruel, selfish, and hateful.

“Another reason to flee,” I muttered. My mother’s sister wasn’t as evil as my mother, but she was annoying. I didn’t want to hear her go on and on about my future and the story of the Kamlock sisters. I knew the story. I knew the past. The last set of Kamlock sisters to thrive lived two hundred years ago. The past three generations didn’t have a good track record, including my mother and her sisters. The third sister hadn’t even made it to adulthood before being killed in a fire created by my mother.

“Fine, leave. But fix this weather,” Geneva said, then tossed her long platinum hair over her left shoulder before walking out of my bedroom door as if she were a queen and I her servant. Rolling my eyes, I stood up, and Leanne was still there watching me. She squinted her green eyes at me. The color of them so bright and stunning, yet, not once did I wish that I’d gotten those eyes from my mother like my sisters had. I preferred the blue eyes that came from somewhere in my father’s line. His were brown, but with Kamlocks having green eyes only, mine must have come from the Delvauxs.