Third Person's POV Ezra stood and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. When he hit her shield, it felt like he took a punch to his entire body. His body ached, and his face throbbed. The sound of the witch's laughter was grinding on his nerves and pissing him off. Ezra calmed himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on his abilities. When his eyes snapped open, they were burning red as he focused on her shield. Within seconds, he felt her and the spell around her. As he began to round the cauldron, she laughed again before disappearing—only this time, she didn't disappear. Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked around, shocked and surprised that she had not moved. Her head snapped in Ezra's direction, only to find a smirk on his face as he stood a few feet away.Her lips part, and she sucks a breath in when he begins walking toward her again. She feels it the moment he begins moving; her shield begins to falter. At first, it felt like a vibr
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