Chapter 293: Handling The Family

I hated waking up without any knowledge of how I made it to bed. Not that it was a common occurrence, but still. I groaned as I rolled over, a spare blanket laid carefully over me, emerging from the covering to find myself still fully clothed from the night before. I rubbed at my bleary eyes, strung thin and more than a little wonky as I struggled for full wakefulness.

It had to have been Quaid. I didn't remember passing out, but I did know he was still in the house. I felt him, our connection pulling my attention immediately to his location. Which happened to be the kitchen.

I slumped to the bathroom, head muzzy and the world wobbling around me. I'd used up a lot of focus the night before, spending what felt like endless hours and piles of magic on the witches who clung to my power, soothing them one after another until, hopefully, I managed to finish the job.

I say hopefully because I honestly didn't remember.

The hot shower wasn't doing me any good. With a ruthless twist of my w