Lana’s pov
I opened my eyes and started looking around. I was in a dungeon, and as guessed it had measures in place.
I can feel that my magic is being suppressed which means I can’t use my magic.
Well, I guess that's the good thing about being a witch with sight.
My sight doesn’t depend on the magic but all I have to do is focus.
And being alone in a closed off dungeon is all I need to fully focus.
I sat in a meditation pose and closed my eyes.
The deeper I focused the more I could see all the possible futures.
All the different ways I will try to use in the future to escape.
And all the ways that could possibly work when trying to escape this place.
That’s when I saw one that caught my attention, and it was Tamara breaking in with my father and that guy.
Isn’t he the sa
