บท 56: Chapter 56: Demon Dad

My attempt to sleep when I arrived home that Sunday morning was a wasted effort. There was far too much going on in my head to let me rest. In fact, my head ran so busy even my demon grumbled in protest.

So I dragged myself to the basement and tried to focus. If the night before taught me anything, I needed to get a handle on my power, like immediately.

I intended to spend my entire sunny Sunday locked up in the basement. I started running drill after drill, sometimes succeeding, most times not as my focus drifted in and out, concentration blasted by my lack of sleep, surges of nausea and worry about that thing being out there somewhere.