#Chapter 235: Judgment

Charles Eason didn't speak. He didn't even seem to answer. My mind reeled. What could I do? If he was still so deep in trance, even after what he'd done to Grace, what would it take for him to exhaust himself enough that he would come out of it enough? And what exactly had he done to her? I looked down. Grace was motionless in my arms, her face pale and drained. Eason stared down at her, and while the power seemed to ease down, he still said nothing. Esme looked hopeless, staring at Grace as if she had failed her. As if she were dead, but she was still breathing, shallowly. Not in pain, but different. She felt different in a way I couldn't describe or explain. I looked over at Ethan. He was staring at Eason in complete silence. The blood coming from his arm had dried up. Though he still seemed to be in pain, he spoke first, seeming oddly calm. "What the hell just happened?" he stammered, his voice laced with concern. He looked between Grace and Eason. Eason still said nothing.