Michael was shaking.
He had done it. Griffin had done what no one else had achieved.
He had created a clear and concise division between humans with abilities and those without. Griffin had drawn a direct line that would suddenly define Michael as someone separate from his own parents. From his own brothers.
Michael turned the computer on, knowing Felix would be waiting in their chat room.
“And he’s all the way isolated in that damn island. We can’t even go there and knock some sense into him!” Felix yelled, his voice coming out of Michael’s headphones.
“That sounds about right,” Michael said, grimacing. “I mean, Griffin wouldn’t do what he did if he couldn’t deal with military attacks. If he can stop ships, planes, bombs, and missiles, nobody’s getting on that island unless he wants
