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For the next few hours, returning to sleep became my obsession. Each time I tried to switch off, turmoil stole entrance and filled my head with images of the t*****e inflicted upon my mate. Thanks to that, my hands refused to unclench, my jaw to slacken, and my eyes to remain still behind lids I forced shut.
By lunchtime, I gave up and took up a new bout of pacing. After my hour spent ignoring Nathan’s suggestions to calm down and rest, and snubbing Beth’s urges to eat, Connor returned from his house with Jess and Ethan in tow.
Jess waved the acquired picture beneath my nose. One glance of the inanimate image of the witch made my teeth grind.
“Come on,” Jess said. “You need to do this binding.”
Upstairs in our bedroom, Jess rummaged around in the depths of her case and emerged with
