Where is she?

TYRION

"OK, so now what do we do?" A nervous chuckle escaped Felix's throat as he stared at the coven's massive front gate.

The gate was too thick to ram through and definitely too high to jump. Everything around the gate seemed ominous and strangely quiet. It was almost midnight, and thick clouds above our heads seemed to triple the darkness. I strengthened all my senses but still couldn't hear or smell anyone. I knew the witches could camouflage themselves, but I still should be able to sense weak traces of their bodies' warmth. Yet, I sensed nothing.

Zane stepped closer and ran his fingers across the steel surface before looking at me. "We could try to blast it," he said.

Felix huffed. "Seriously?! Have you packed explosives into the car?! Because I don't remember putting Semtex in the trunk just in case!"

Harriet sighed, pushing Felix and Zane aside. "Stand back, kids. Granny needs to work some magic." She stepped toward the gate, closed her eyes, and stretched out her hands.