(Vivienne and Denver's POV)
Vivienne's sharp eyes studied the scene below from the observation deck, her fingers lightly gripping the stone railing.
The faint shimmer of the barrier enclosing Ben and Leo reflected off the moonlight, and she watched intently as the two captives pressed their hands against its surface.
"What are they doing?" Denver asked, his voice tense with both curiosity and concern.
He stood beside her, his arms crossed, and with eyes fixed on the unfolding events.
"That barrier is one of our strongest spells. Do you think they've figured out a way to break it?" he wondered, as Vivienne shrugged her shoulders in response.
"Possibly," she admitted, her gaze narrowing. "Ben Faulkner isn't the kind of man to resign himself to captivity, no matter how impenetrable a spell may seem. If there's a weakness, he'll find it."
