Back out on the sidewalk, the storm that raged around him mirrored the one building inside. A very small but very real voice wanted to ask what would happen if he couldn’t get the elevators moving. What if they didn’t let him into the control room? Or what if, once there, he couldn’t jumpstart the system? His power would fade soon—what if he didn’t get Matt out in time? What if—
What if nothing, Vic told himself. He shook those doubts away and strangled the voice intent on sowing doubt. His powers came from Matt—they were useful only to protect or save his lover. The technopathy wouldn’t disappear before he had a chance to rescue Matty; Vic wouldn’t let it. With a stubbornness borne from love, he fisted his hands at his sides as he stomped through the slush and the ice, envisioning the p
