The air wasn’t just cold—it was alive, crackling like something was about to snap. One second, the city hummed along, full of plants and sunlight from two burning stars. Then, from somewhere underneath, a deep rumble started creeping up. Maya pulled her hand away from Julian’s so fast, it was like she touched fire. Her brown eyes had been calm, but now—a quick flash of terrifying purple.
"Get back!" the guy in the ripped suit yelled, running away from the crowd that had gathered in the street.
Julian couldn’t move. Seriously, it was like he was glued to the pavement. He watched a girl down the road—the same one who sold flowers with a big smile just moments ago—drop her basket. Her eyes snapped wide open, glowing with thick purple mist. She didn’t scream. She just raised her hand toward
