I blinked and lifted my head, following the snoring to a chair beside the bed. In the dim glow of cloudy moonlight, I could make out a familiar figure asleep in the chair.
"You don't take a hint, do you?" I murmured. I smiled, but tears tickled my eyes, and I blinked them back.
I still felt like shit. Exhausted and achy. But more than that, I felt ashamed of my breakdown. I don't do pity parties. Never have. Shouldn't start now. So what if I'd stumbled? I needed to haul myself up by my bootstraps and keep moving. Do what I could for Paula and Kayla, get Lucas's help.
I had another problem to solve, too: the small matter of a witch-hunter on my tail. I couldn't let Paige come home to that or she might join me on the hit list.
I sat up and took a deep breath. I should do some work, quietly, letting Adam catch up on his sleep. Now, where had I dumped my laptop?
I cast my light ball, trying to keep the power on low. When nothing happened, I tried again, and didn
't even feel the mental click that told me it worked. I cast again, and again, and again. Then I remembered my last thought before I'd climbed into bed.
If I could fix even one thing, and give Kayla back her grandmother, I'd gladly give up my powers.
Oh, shit.