Jewel sank onto one of the sofas with an exhausted sigh. Her body ached as though she’d been travelling for weeks rather than for a couple of days. Island life had spoiled her—the clean air, the peace, the relaxed pace of everything. The recycled air on the plane and in the airport hurt her eyes and gave her a headache. Then she had to endure the long wait for a transfer in Amsterdam and the irritating delays due, apparently, to bad weather in the Med. There was the constant worry of looking after the seawitch. She’d discovered something new about herself—she hated travelling. Maya pushed the seawitch into the corner of the opposite sofa. She stayed there, arms limp at her sides, eyes staring blankly ahead. Maya made a small grunt of frustration, picked up her travel bag, and carried it into her bedroom. Jewel leaned back and stretched her arms above her head. She thought about helping, but her body ached with exhaustion. She looked round the flat without moving; the last time she’d seen it was after she’d been banished from the coven.
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