Daria’s POV  

 

Maive grabbed me under the arms before I hit the ground, and we tumbled through the doors of the coven out into the morning air. I was dimly aware that for the last few minutes my body had been running on something that it shouldn't have, and now that thing was gone. 

 

Once out of the coven, I felt pretty weak. Not tired from a long and hard day. More like weak, like the last little remaining flame before it goes out, the last little bit of flame bending to one side. My knees buckled. Maive stood there, watching me, her hands almost, but not quite, touching my...