An Unlikely Coven

Chapter 26

TWENTY-SIX

The sharp crack of shattering glass wrenched Joan from her fever dreams. Fiona had thrown something at the wall. A quick scan of her desk revealed the glass paperweight was gone.

“I don’t understand it,” Fiona said, head in her hands. “I don’t understand why it doesn’t work. It works for you!”

Joan made the mistake of shifting, looking for any kind of release from the stiffness of her limbs.

Fiona whirled, flashing with magic. “Oh, did I wake you? I’m sorry, you need to rest. Please, go back to sleep.”

“No.” Joan’s tongue was thick in her mouth. “Not again, I don’t want to… I don’t want to… sleep…” Her words slurred. She went back under.