Chapter Fifty Eight
When we get back to the coven house, Savannah immediately takes me to a separate room to examine me for any injuries and, as she put it, check the reserves of my magic to make sure I didn’t deplete myself too much. Evidently, that’s a rather large concern for witches; they need to stay conscientious about how much magic they use, or else they can exhaust themselves to the point of collapse and, in particularly extreme cases, death.
My mates are still blissfully unaware that I got a bit banged up from the ordeal, so Savannah also takes the opportunity to heal me up. We’re seated in the same room where she gave me my warding tattoo. We’re perched next to each other on the couch, with a wash basin and rag on the table in front of me. She carefully tends to the many goug
