Synthia's POV
I stared at the dilapidated building with skepticism. Like Fred had said before, it looked like an old bookstore, but I was doubtful whether we were in front of the right building. Because it just felt like an old bookstore to me. I couldn't feel any glamours like I did when we visited the coven. I didn't feel any repulsion either, though I was not keen on walking inside.
"Are you sure we are at the right place?" I asked Fred.
"You don't feel the glamour?" he asked back.
I shook my head, but then paused. There was actually something different in the atmosphere. Some energy was there, but it didn't feel like the glamour I was used to. It was so subtle that I would have missed it if I hadn't been looking for it. I frowned as I tried to concentrate on the threads of energy.
