#Chapter 238: Blood Secrets

Charles A knot of tension tightened in my stomach as I made my way towards Esme's office. The unsettling conversation with Grace hung heavy in the air, her fragmented memories and newfound calmness leaving me with more questions than answers. Pushing open the door, I found Esme deep in conversation with Eason. He was sprawled out on the worn leather couch, a pint of ice cream hovering above him. There was a trash bag full of pints of ice cream beside him and a small stack. Despite the casual appearance, the grim expression etched on Esme's face told me the conversation wasn't lighthearted. I couldn't understand a thing they were saying. Witch-speak, as it was commonly known, wasn't something I'd ever been able to speak. They both turned towards me, surprise flickering across Esme's face before it faded. "How is she?" "Hard to say..." I closed the door behind me and took a seat. "She doesn't remember a thing. What's going on here?" Eason, with a nonchalance that grated on my ner