Grace
The cold from the floorboards seemed to travel straight up through my boots, settling deep into my chest. I stared at the glowing white monitor, at the jagged blue ink of the man who had given me my career, my funding, and my life.
The Key. The Final Catalyst.
The words looked less like a medical breakthrough and more like a brand on a piece of cattle.
"I don't understand," I whispered, shaking my head as I tried to force my brain back into a familiar logical loop. "If I'm a catalyst, then the serum we were developing at Charlverk... it wasn't a vaccine. It wasn't meant to regulate abnormal..." I trailed off, finding it hard to breathe.
"It was meant to either force your awakening or enhance your dormant powers," Kent said. His large hand remained on my shoulder, heavy and unm
