-Claire’s P.O.V.-
My head feels like lead as I stare at Landon. The entire force of Willow’s powers had been pressing down into my skull. I was exhausted. But I can’t stop grinning.
Our plan worked.
Suicidal as it may have been for either of us to attempt it, the plan did seem like the only way we could catch Willow off guard.
“You were captured by this witch, weren’t you?” Eliza asked, brows furrowed in concentration. Landon’s declaration had unsettled both of us. Landon had a history with witches. There was no guarantee he wouldn’t freeze up. Not to mention how powerful Willow was.
“Yes,” I answered, facing her, “why do you ask?”
“Because if our weapon is defective,” Eliza says, gesturing towards Landon, who raises a brow, “a well-crafted distraction might be the onl
