It was almost dawn by the time Sebastian finished speaking and left the room to return to his casket. I found myself yawning and rubbing my eyes, sure I now had mascara and eye shadow everywhere, but not really caring.
The others looked as weary as I did, so at least I wasn't doing the frazzled thing alone. As the Council filed out, I heard the gathered witches whispering.
It wasn't good. Despite the testimony they'd heard, it was clear they were leaning the wrong way in our little fight. Not that I was surprised now that I knew Batsheva was leaning on them, but I was disappointed in the pack of sheep I'd spent the last two and a half days with.
Baa.
Home was a distant dream I stumbled into as the sun rose. Quaid guided me to bed and left me there, carrying my out-cold sister to her room before curling up next to me, my head tucked into his shoulder, where we both fell into death-like sleep.