Chapter 64
I woke up to the sound of glass breaking.
For one terrifying second, I thought we were under attack again. Then I realized the sound had come from our bathroom, where the mirror over the sink had somehow shattered during the night.
“What the hell?” Mason was already up and investigating, carefully stepping around the glass scattered across the bathroom floor.
“I think that was me.” I sat up in bed, noticing that the digital clock on the nightstand was flashing random numbers instead of showing the actual time. “My powers are getting stronger.”
“How much stronger?”
As if to answer his question, every light fixture in our quarters suddenly flared bright enough to hurt our eyes, then went out completely, then flickered back to normal.
“That's stronger,” I said weakly.
Mason
