Hannah's POV
"You've got to get out of here. I'm not just saying it for fun," Sheilah snaps at me, her eyes ablaze.
I stand with my hands on my hips, gaping at Sheilah as she zealously packs her belongings into a suitcase. It seems she's chosen the escape route rather than facing the impending raid head-on. We're back in her hideout, or more accurately, her bedroom—a surprisingly normal setting for a witch.
"What's going on?" I question, tilting my head in disbelief as I observe her determined actions. I can't fathom that she's opting to flee.
"You don't get it. Those hunters mean business. I'll find you later, but for now, you have to leave! Or join me if you've got nowhere else to run," she urges.
Raising an eyebrow, I impulsively use my right foot to send her suitcase scattering, c
