“But I don’t know how to discharge it,” I argued, panic beginning to flutter in my chest again. “Down in the bunker, I just grabbed the copper terminal and screamed. I don’t know how to control it.”
“That’s exactly what your training will address,” Nate said smoothly, though his voice had grown noticeably tighter. “Beginning tomorrow, we will initiate a structured regimen to teach you how to consciously regulate your intake and output. However, until you can manage your own reserves, you require a physical conduit to siphon the excess charge.”
“Us,” Ace clarified.
Pushing himself up from the armchair, he slowly stalked toward the bed. All the playful amusement was gone from his face, replaced by a dark, starving intensity. His silver eyes practically glowed in the dim light, and the sha
