"He's not human."
The whisper rippled through what remained of the wedding guests as Marius Finnegan disappeared through the chapel doors. Atlas stood motionless at the altar, his mind racing with implications while chaos swirled around him.
"Neither are you," Mercer said, suddenly beside him. "That golden light—I've seen classified reports. Nothing concrete, just whispers about people with... abilities. People who should have died but didn't."
Atlas turned to face the agent. "You knew more than you let on."
"I suspected. Couldn't confirm until today." Mercer's eyes tracked the federal agents escorting Westfield and Aaron outside. "There's a division that would give anything to study you."
"Try it and you'll discover just how inhuman I can be." Atlas's voice dropped to a dangerous pi
