Author's point of view
Meanwhile, as Zerina and Shea conversed, Kyle slipped out of the hospital. His gaze landed on a sleek black vehicle parked in the distance.
He slid into the passenger seat and turned to Lysander, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Looks like you saved the day, huh?" He grinned but Lysander's expression remained stern, his face masked with seriousness. Not that he was expecting a different reaction from Lysander.
But his face was giving this grave demeanor that made Kyle's instinct kick in. Something was amiss.
"What is it?"
"Kyle, go and deal with those witches. I've had my fill of violence for tonight." He ordered lazily. Kyle followed his line of sight, and his eyes locked into the shadowy figures lurking in the darkness. No mortal could have spotted them, but
