John POV
I look down at Amelia and back at James, fear in both our eyes. I had heard that witches could sometimes see the future and have premonitions. If this was indeed one of those, we were in for some rough times ahead. Amelia stirs in my arms and looks up at me. “It’s true,” she says. “I’ve seen it. We must prepare for a fight with the fairies.” She closes her eyes again and lets out a loud snore. Through the shock, I can’t help but laugh at her snoring. I lay her down on our bed, tucked her in, and turned around to talk to James.
“We should look into a few things before joining her. I know you’re tired and want to go to bed, too, but we don’t need as much sleep as she does. Witches need extra sleep after premonitions like that, so we might as well use the time to start preparing.
