Renee’s POV
When one of the witches in charge of injecting our hostages had told me Caleb wanted to see me, a glint in her eyes that suggested she thought I was having a clandestine affair with a captive, I hadn't known what to think. He had refused any form of conversation with me since we'd brought him here, his guilt about having to deceive Allyson and side with strangers eating at him, even though we'd made him believe it was in her best interest.
I'd certainly not been expecting him to tell me Allyson needed to see me. Or to hear the crazy plan she'd concocted. A plan that if it was successful would devastate many. A plan that I'd accepted because it was better than living under Dorothy's thumb.
Ian would hate me for a while. But he'd forgive me for doing it. And he'd thank
