I'd never tossed and turned so much in my life. My nerves had to be translucent since they'd stretched themselves near the snapping point. At around five in the morning, I gave up. There were other battles I wanted to fight, and sleep was not one of them. I tiptoed to the kitchen and took a can of carbonated breakfast from the refrigerator. The sweet fizz slid down my throat but did little to clear my head.
I tugged at the long sleeve of my t-shirt to keep the Three tattoo covered. Dad was so going to kill me if he saw it. Maybe he would kill me before the Sorceressi did.
He and Darby wouldn't be up for another few hours since it was Sunday. I wasn't sure if even they could distract me from the tumble of thoughts in my head. But if I didn't busy myself with something, I feared I would
