[Evil Tink]

Solomon quickly, but quietly, worked to get the dishes rinsed off and into the dishwasher. He cleaned off the patio table, placing the tablecloth napkins, and other dressings out of the way downstairs in the basement.

When he was finished, he teleported upstairs to Holden's room. With a silent sigh, he pulled his tie off and slipped out of his vest. He set the two on a chair, running his free hand through his hair. What was he going to do about this Charun business? He pinched the bridge of his nose while his left hand quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

Suddenly, he sucked in a pained breath as his hand went numb again. He bit his lip, flexing his fingers. He winced with every movement and as the sensation spread up his arm. Was this the Charun trying to weaken the bond to his body, or was it just messing with him? He growled a bit, using his telekinesis to try and dispel the feelings.