From the sudden terror in Eva's eyes, she knew she'd finally pushed him too far. Piers's power roared to life, filling the room with the rumbling growl of a starving animal. Eva back pedaled, tried to combat him, but his magic was stronger, his storehouse of reserves rising from far within him. The Steam Union watchers swayed as Piers strode toward his mother, literally battering her to the floor with one pummeling blow after another. The entire house shook from the titanic effort, books falling from the shelves, dust clogging the air.
Eva finally sagged beneath the onslaught of his rage, arms over her head, weeping in fury and frustration and, for a moment, I feared he would go too far as the old wood flooring cracked beneath her with a sharp, explosive sound like the strike of lightning. As much as Eva needed to be taken care of, I knew my friend would never survive killing his own mother.
Piers. I gently, so gently, pulled him back.