#Chapter 234: Power

Charles I stepped through the front door with a sigh, the weight of the day clinging to me like a weight chained to my ankles. As I shut the door and hung my coat on the rack, a jolt of energy crackled through the air, raising all the hair on the back of my neck. What the hell was that? It set me on edge and made my gut plummet. It was a specific kind of power, raw and volatile, unlike anything I'd encountered recently. It made no sense what that could be unless... Magicae mentis. Shit. I rushed down the hallway. My mind racing with possibilities. Another attack on the house? Was Eason having some sort of episode? The closer I got, the more intense the energy became, morphing into a sickly-sweet cloying sensation that made my stomach churn. But it wasn't coming from outside... It was coming from the dining room. I grew closer. The smell of blood and ozone filled the air. Fear, panic, and Grace's scent were changing violently. I entered the dining room and was met with a scene