Thaddeus
Amara is the one who alerts us. We’ve just stepped onto the busy main street when my phone rings, making us stop. She utters one word—just one—like she’s seen it seconds before she called. Then the agony hits.
“I’m on my way.” The phone goes dead just as I drop to my knees, pain ripping through me. Orion, who’s still walking, crumples violently beside me. My veins ignite. Ryland’s pain slams into me through the bond, stealing my breath as I clutch my shoulder. Acid burns through me, fire in my bloodstream.
Then Evelyn’s fear crashes in—pure, overwhelming panic. She’s running. I can feel her, feel her growing weaker. She’s in pain too. They’re both in pain.
Orion screams on the ground, his body writhing as he tries to fight off the invisible fire consuming him. I can’t breathe,
