A SPELL III

Kane gritted his teeth for the umpteenth time that night, as he tried for the hundredth time to break through the shield, but all to no avail. He thought of going through the window but he thought better of it. If the lady had locked up this part of the room, then the window would be under the same fate.

 He sighed, thumping his hand on the door consistently, not knowing what tactic to employ again. His senses were rather clouded by his lifemate's scent and heartbeat which were quite overwhelming. He knew for sure that she was the one, but how would he get to her? She was with a witch!

How had they gotten together? He thought, resting his back on the door. Then with a startling realization, he jerked away from the door.