Thirty-six | 26 days, 19th hour
My eyes fumble around the park, my hands trembling from either the cold or the plan Jaime, Vincent and Cain set up. Well, of course, I'm included in this deviant plan of ours. Not that I'm not saying it's a perfectly capable plan. "Remember," Cain had reminded me practically three times since we thought of the plan. "He's had one week to get used to my dad's powers. It might not be much, but I don't know how he activates it. I just know my dad just needed to look into someone else's eyes to do so." Now I sat quietly on a bench, waiting to be attacked. I know. Waiting to be attacked. It sounds stupid. But that's what Jaime and Vincent said, and all I have to do is follow the plan. And like we expected. He came. He grabbed me quickly, taking my hand into his - and I had a surge of weak
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