VERA'S POV. The forest was dark, quiet, and covered in shadows. The place was silent, almost as if it, too, was holding its breath, just like I was now. I was crouched down behind a large tree, struggling to see clearly, but my vision wasn’t exactly at its best tonight. In fact, it hadn’t been for a while. The poison was dulling my senses now, distorting everything. Each time I tried to see anything, the whole scene just blurred together, making it difficult for me to tell whether or not I was seeing what I thought I was. It was like I was under the influence of some sort of drug, and I couldn’t see properly. Yet the face I was staring at through the blur was unmistakable: Lenora. I would recognize that evil witch anywhere, no matter what condition I was in. I could have my eyes plucked o