Damien's POV
I lose.
Finn tears through every wall at once and I am no longer the one in control of my own hands.
The railing leaves a shape in the air where I bent it. The doctor presses flat against the wall, and then Finn is past her, past the curtain, past the corridor, and the hospital doors blow open under my palms hard enough to crack the frame.
Outside, the sky goes dark.
The aura rolls out of my chest in a wave. Finn doesn't care what it hits.
The first tree goes down in one blow. The second takes two. Finn drives a fist into the trunk and the wood splinters through and the whole thing comes down sideways, branches raking the dirt. The temporary warehouse the construction crew finished three days ago goes next — one shoulder, full weight, and the whole frame buckles and fold
