#Chapter 270 Electric

Grace Charles' ragged breaths echoed in the sterile silence of the office, a stark contrast to the frantic pounding of my own heart. I was beat, but I felt alive in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. We lay tangled on the couch, the scent of sex clinging to the air. A strange sense of exhilaration bubbled within me, a potent mix of relief and raw desire. His power, the magic that crackled around him after the bond breaking ritual, felt different now. No longer a distant hum, it pulsed against my skin, a tangible current that left me breathless. It wasn't overwhelming, but invigorating, a surge of energy coursing through my veins, chasing away the lingering fatigue that had plagued me for weeks. It was almost as if his strength had poured into me. "Grace," Charles murmured, his voice thick with post-coital bliss. He traced a lazy finger down my arm, his touch sending shivers skittering across my skin. His gaze drifted down to the silver challenge circle etched on my wrist, a mirror