Kira's POV
Fifty-seven minds slam into mine like a f*****g freight train.
One second I'm standing in the basement, watching Thomas finish the ceremony. The next second, I'm drowning in fifty-seven different minds all at once.
"Holy s**t," I gasp, grabbing the wall for support.
It's not just voices. It's everything. Derek's tactical mind calculating enemy positions upstairs. Marcus frantically typing on his backup network. Elena's steady hands bandaging someone's arm. Jenny's heart pounding as she peers around a corner with her gun ready.
"Kira?" Margaret's voice sounds far away even though she's right next to me. "Are you okay?"
"I can feel them," I whisper. "All of them. Every single person fighting up there."
Thomas wheels his chair closer. "That's the Luna bond. The real one, not
