“They got it from me.”
No one had heard the door that time or noticed Gavin’s arrival. He stood in the open doorway with his shoulders drawn back and his jaw set, and he projected the aura of being somewhere in the neighborhood of twelve feet tall. His pale skin gleamed in the fluorescent lighting, his dark hair shone. He wore no gloves and he did not flinch away from the light.
“Doctor Strauss.” Volos stepped forward, then back, as if confused as to whether or not he should approach. “We were wondering why you weren’t here. We were concerned.”
Gavin waved at him, his words a fly that was proving annoying. “Oh, I’m here. I’ve been here all along. And you should be concerned, gentlemen. You should be very, very concerned.”
He opened his hand. He flicked his fingers. And he began to walk
