**Kait**

The lobby is partially empty and cold, the wind from outside pouring in every time the automatic doors open and shut. Marcey and I head toward the nearest elevator, both of us as silent as we were on the car ride over here.

I don’t know what exactly I’m going to say, but I know Jake won’t be happy with it. He was counting on the witches' help. Without their power, how are we supposed to win this fight? But again, that small voice in my mind asks who ‘we’ ...