Harley’s P.O.V.

I sat beside Lena’s bed for hours, brushing her hair away from her forehead every few minutes just to assure myself that she was really here. Alive, safe, and breathing.

Sarah, the witch Carlos brought, was surprisingly gentle. Her magic didn’t crackle, glow, or shimmer, lightning dramatically. Instead, it was quiet and warm, like a mother humming while gently bandaging a child's scraped knee.

When she finally broke Henry’s compulsion, she warned us,

“Lena’s mind will take some time to adjust. So, no emotional shocks. Just peace.

Please, let her sleep.”

She gave Lena some magical potion for her recovery before leaving, so Lena slept for the rest...