"Grace! Stop!" she screamed, her voice laced with fear and urgency. "It's not him!" But Grace seemed incapable of hearing, let alone understanding. She lunged again, her claws extended. I felt the air around Eason shift, a ripple of energy I recognized from earlier. He looked at her with that va
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?
"What does that even mean?" I asked. "You... You shifted just fine. She shifted just fine. You're fine... I know she's been sort of lost in the shift, but she was... getting better." At least, I thought she was. We'd managed to have that conversation last night. She'd felt clearer-headed than I
Grace I found myself in a place I had never been before. A vast, empty plain stretched before me, the ground was a dusty brown under the sun that at once felt cool and burning. The air was thick with something and still. It was absolutely silent. Dead. In the distance, I swore I could hear t
Panic clawed at my throat. I stumbled back, looking around. Taking a shaky breath, I blinked, hoping it was just a trick of the light, that she would appear, but she didn't. The mirror remained empty. Suddenly, the mirror shattered, exploding outwards in a shower of glass shards. I flinched, ins
Grace I woke with a heavy feeling, a dull ache settling deep within my bones. The events of the past few days replayed in my mind like a fragmented film, leaving me with a confusing mix of emotions: fear, doubt, and a strange sense of detachment I couldn't quite shake. As I went through the motion
He pulled back gently. "You don't remember anything?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. I shook my head, frustration lacing my voice. "No, nothing specific. Just… a feeling. I feel different. Settled, somehow." He cupped my face. "What did you dream about?" I frowned. "How did you know I
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 conversat