/Ezra’s POV/
The heaviness weighing my neck down suddenly stopped, what the heck just happened? I wasn’t even sure if it had anything to do with Malia or if some darn witches were playing tricks again, I sighed relaxing into the backrest, then we boarded the plane heading to Los Angeles for the last part of the prophecy, I wonder if Alex has gotten any clue yet, it’ll be nice if he has gotten any…at least it’ll make all this worthwhile.
I was asleep when someone suddenly held my hand making me jolt up, leaving me wide awake.
“Hello” I rubbed my eyes trying to see whoever it was that woke me up, moreover…the voice sounded oddly familiar and I realised that after I opened my eyes clear to see who I was facing.
“Jake?” I still couldn’t believe my eyes that Malia’s bar friend was in front
