_Anna’s POV_
That evening, I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone in my hand, and my heart racing. The potion was losing its effect on Kaden. His will was growing stronger, just as the witch had warned. I couldn’t let this ruin everything. Not now, when we were so close. I had to call him—the one person who would understand.
I dialed his number with shaky fingers. The phone rang twice before he answered, his deep voice filling the silence of my room.
“Anna,” he said, his tone calm and steady. “What’s wrong?”
I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my nerves. “It’s Kaden,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “The potion… it’s not working as well anymore. His willpower is growing stronger. He is starting to question things again.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then he
