3rd Person Pov- Aislyn/Jem
“Aislyn!” Ana shouted with exhaustion in her voice, falling to her knees next to Aislyn. All four of them were standing strong and steady, Aislyn, Ana, Ashe, and Jaelyn…until they couldn’t any longer. It was too much, and they weren’t strong enough. There was something about the boy that threw Aislyn, and as she pressed her hand against the ward, smacking it with her axe with her other hand, she felt thrown, shaken. She couldn't stop seeing his eyes in her mind, the blue-green eyes, the chill in them, the absolute terror gripping her and holding her at bay. She had more to offer than this, she could feel it, but she felt like there was a lock on her…that his eyes were holding her back despite the fact that he had left. What was this child made of? This evil insi
