The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 420

**TITLE: The Perfect 420**

**Ella’s POV**

“Well, it seems we’ve got ourselves a witch,” I whispered, my heart racing as the floorboards beneath us began to vibrate ominously. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the energy crackling around us. Liam was at my side in an instant, his eyes darting out the window beside me, his expression a mix of determination and dread.

“You distract her,” he commanded, his voice low and steady, but I could hear the urgency lacing his words. “I’ll try to sneak up on her.”

I shot him a skeptical glance, my brow furrowing in disbelief. “You’re not seriously thinking of capturing a witch, are you?” I asked, incredulity dripping from my tone.

The look Liam shot back at me was all the answer I needed. Before I could voice my concerns, he had slipped through the back door, leaving me alone to face the brewing storm. I cursed under my breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on my shoulders. Gripping a nearby pillar for support, I felt the house shudder around me, dust and debris cascading from the ceiling. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before the structure collapsed entirely.

With a deep breath to steady myself, I burst out into the bright sunlight and approached the witch. She recoiled, her mutterings intensifying as she turned her wrath toward me. Just like that, the quaking ceased, but I wasn’t given a moment to breathe. A sudden rush of air slammed into my chest, knocking the wind out of me.

I gasped, stumbling backward from the sheer force of the impact. Before I could regain my balance, I saw the witch raise her hand, preparing to unleash another attack. This time, I was ready; I rolled to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding the invisible blow that shattered the porch railing behind me.

“You don’t belong here!” she screamed, fury etched across her face as she hurled another blast of air in my direction. “This is our place! Not yours!”

I raised my hands, half-expecting her to strike again, but I dared not look behind her at the slender figure stealthily moving through the trees. Liam. I had to keep her attention on me.

“I’m just looking for information,” I called out, my voice steady despite the chaos. “Maybe we can help each other.”

“I don’t need your help!” the witch retorted, her voice filled with venom. She unleashed another gust of wind that grazed my shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through me, but I pressed on, weaving my way closer to her.

“Everyone needs something,” I countered, desperation creeping into my tone. “There must be some kind of agreement we can come to.”

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