Evelyn was silent as they rode on toward Clyde's estate. She was beyond tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget all that happened. She was glad that she was blindfolded while Clyde handled the dark witches, but the sight of their dead bodies on the cellar floor was enough to upset her. She did not understand why Peggy had written their aunt and she was even more confused about why her aunt had turned to dark magic. The wounds she had gotten from the magical whip still burned and she swayed in her saddle.
"We can stop in a bit," Clyde said when he noticed her swaying. "There is an inn not too far from here."
"Do not stop on my account," she mumbled. She was beyond tired and the promise of a bath and sleep was enticing but she did not want to drag the group down if she could avoid it.