NATALIA
This day is never ending. After not sleeping all but another two hours after Leslie’s phone call, I tried to go on a run with the rising sun. All that did was slam me into a magical barrier at the front gate. I questioned Jolene about it, and she told me that it happened due to the magical fight from yesterday. A residue of the fae’s harmful magic lingered in the air, so the coven witches had to erect a wall— virtually a forcefield— that will pull their magic from the air.
A little warning would have been nice though.
But that run did little to dispel the tension thrumming through me from my conversation last night. I have been avoiding Sam, I know he will want to talk to me about it; but I also know that he will use his jovial charm to get me to open up about it on my own. I
