The tunnels were narrow, damp, and smelled of ancient rust. Every time my boots hit the metal floor, the sound echoed like a heartbeat. But it wasn't just the echo that bothered me. It was the feeling in my skin.
Underneath the grey bodysuit Jax had given me, my flesh was humming. It wasn't the warm, liquid heat of the lava anymore. It was sharp. It was electric.
"Silas, wait," I gasped, leaning against a damp wall.
Silas stopped instantly, turning back to me. Even in the dim light of the tunnel, I could see the sweat on his brow. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were sharp. "Are they behind us?"
"No," I whispered, clutching my stomach. "It’s me. Something is... happening."
I pulled back the sleeve of my suit. I expected to see bruises or dirt. Instead, I saw a glowing lattice of whi
