“The hotel?” Nate asked, joining us with a medical scanner already in his hand.
“Third floor is dark,” Raiden confirmed. “She blew the windows out. She has no control, Grey. None. She’s a raw conduit. If I hadn’t grounded her at the bar, she might have stopped her own heart.”
I looked at her hands curled against Raiden’s chest. The fingertips were red and irritated, electrical burns from her own output.
“She’s a danger to herself,” I said, my voice clinical. “And to us.”
“She’s scared,” Raiden growled, shifting her weight protectively. “She thinks she’s a monster.”
“She is a monster,” I said coldly. “Just like us. The sooner she accepts that, the sooner we can stop her from leveling the entire town.”
“Take her upstairs,” Ace interjected, his eyes glued to her face, ignoring my tone.
