* Claire's POV *
To be honest, I don’t even remember what exactly compelled me to even try to put a spell on Henry. I guess a part of me must have known that he wasn’t going to simply hand over Sarah to us. I knew that just by looking into his eyes. There was something about the way he looked at me, something which left a deep-seated fear in my soul. Whenever his eyes shot in my direction, I would flinch involuntarily and look away.
But when it became clear that he wasn’t going to ask for something reasonable in exchange for Sarah’s return , I knew that I had to do something to stop him. And if I couldn’t force him to hand her over, then I could do something much simpler. Something which certainly wouldn’t draw attention to me.
It was easy enough to figure out how to put the spell on
