Emily Pov

　　My heart races at hearing that. For a few minutes, I'm paralyzed, unsure how to react to it.

　　Benson continues to wriggle on the low bed, Beatrix's beams of light flicker, and I notice her struggling more and more to maintain the spell. The room's atmosphere grows heavier, to the point where some candles extinguish without any apparent reason, as there's no way for a draft to pass and snuff them out. This startles me, and my concern rises once ...