Lennox's POV
The jet landed quietly on a private strip surrounded by thick woods. Damien stood up first and motioned for me to follow him.
"This way," he said.
I walked behind him, keeping my mask and face cap low. The night air was cold. The forest was dark. The only light came from a small cabin sitting alone in the middle of the trees.
A witch's home.
Damien knocked once.
The door opened by itself.
Warm yellow light poured out, and a woman stepped forward. She looked to be in her late thirties with long black hair and silver eyes that glowed faintly.
"A visitor who should be dead," she said calmly while looking straight at me.
I stiffened.
Damien sighed. "Zira, please. He needs your help."
The witch named Zira studied me from head to toe.
"You have returned from the grave," she said. "Interesting. Very few ever do."
I swallowed. "Can you help me change my face?"
