He faced the wall, the same wall where the Benders had stood, waiting to attack him. Right in the middle, a huge line formed from ceiling to floor. Tiny pieces of drywall worked loose and fell as the ground continued trembling.
“What the hell is happening?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” Her voice quaked like the ground beneath them.
More cracks formed on the wall. Each one branched out like lightning bolts on a dark, stormy night. Whatever caused the chaos couldn’t be good. Even if it wasn’t Nate or his men, someone had enough power to destroy a building his fire couldn’t penetrate.
This wouldn’t end well.
The c***k spread over the ceiling where it continued to branch out. More pieces of drywall crumbled to the floor. When he noticed a larger piece dangling above their heads, he drew her
