Amelia POV
Alex’s head snapped around to Florence, his chest rumbled as a vicious growl emitted from his throat, followed by Nolan. I see Mason step forward and pull Alex back. Draven wrapped his arm around Nolan, whispering something into his ear. Florence’s grip on her amulet got tighter as she smirked at Alex and Nolan.
“You must be my grandson.” She sneers, looking at Nolan.
I look at Nolan and Alex, then Hayden, who looks just as confused as everyone else stood watching. Is Nolan a descendant of a gypsy as well? I hear the familiar whoosh of the tree as it sweeps its vines down. Hayden pulls me toward his body as the vine grabs hold of Fayly. She’s flung across the village square, hitting Mason, Alex, Nolan, and Draven. All five roll across the ground.
“Fayly!” Hayden shouts as on
