Chapter 21

• Gwen's POV
• As cognizance gradually returned, I ended up in a confused express, my environmental factors foggy and my body feeling tousled. With a languid mindfulness, I endeavored to move, just to find that my hands were bound, delivering me fixed. A flood of disappointment gushed inside me, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to shout in irritation, "Goodness, please!"
• The acknowledgment hit me like a punch to the stomach. We had recently gotten away from the grip of the witches, just to be pushed into one more preliminary, one more obstruction in our way when we were so near rejoining with our youngsters. The longing to shout out of sheer dissatisfaction took steps to overpower me.