ering to the floor around her like fallen soldiers. She stepped forwar
his head bowed, his breath coming in short, ragged gas
, cold as ice, pressed firmly
his own life, but from her perspective: the roar of a car engine, the artificial flash of a camera, the garbled noise of a thousand voices screaming from a flat, glowing rectangle. Countless chaotic images and words flooded her conscious
om beneath her fingers, casting
e connection for a long, agonizing moment. Then, her brow fur
ords ancient and sharp. Then, as the new language settled into her mind, her voice became clearer,
him harder than his grandfather's cane ever could. He opened his mouth to argue, to scr
Bang
uting came from the hallway outside. The
own!" a voice shouted
s face scraped and bruised, rushed in, flanked by two burly security guards
aman yelled, pointing the lens dire
eyes. The ancient dress. The glowing hand on Aedan's for
intruders. The golden light of her eyes
ing, but he kept the camera rolling. The
ubtle, invasive sensation of being watched by thousands of unseen ey
dangerous, cold fury
ee hand, her palm
tatic. The hair on Aedan's arms stood on end. A sharp, metal
red wildly. The electricity in t
erheat. Smoke poured from the vents. The cameram
It wasn't a natural spark; it was a controlled, violent strike. T
ing him backward. The camera was ripped
twisted in mid-air, deflecting off the exp
scream, but it came out as
om Aedan's forehead. She didn't even blink. A fa
ng struck h
flowed into her skin, absorbed like water into a sponge. The blue light traveled up h
ough to cast harsh shadows across the entire room.
ctricity danced across her fingertips like
rror, tried to scramble up, but his limbs wouldn't obey. The guards grabbed him under the arms, his body limp, and dr
l prostrate on the floor. "Remove the insects,"
iarch," he stammered, his voice trembling. He hurried
her hand away from his forehead. The golden
s lungs burned. His whole body was trembling. He stared up at
thing he thought he knew, sh

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