The air-conditioned breeze of the Spectrum Center was supposed to be refreshing, but for Matthew Powell, it felt like the onset of a suffocating fever. He stood paralyzed in the middle of the polished marble walkway, his mind a complete blank. Around him, the high-end boutiques of Valor City’s most prestigious shopping mall blurred into a smear of neon and glass. He had faced down death in the most god-forsaken corners of the world, but nothing had prepared him for the sheer, chaotic confusion of this moment.
Mia Powell tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied her brother’s sudden transformation into a statue. A faint, predatory smile played on her lips—the kind of look that had earned her the name Medusa among the world’s most dangerous circles. She didn't let go of his arm; in
