She liked her. June could feel it, the warmth of love, in the back of her mind where the Enchantress had made her nest. The witch had poked through June’s thoughts and memories, like reading a magazine in her spare time. She had opened up June’s mind and seen what made her her , and she’d decided she liked her. She trusted her.

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