Okay, so I probably shouldn’t go around attacking Reese’s men, but maybe Reese’s men should stop having electrocute-able faces.
Also, I might be slightly trigger happy with these new powers.
The electricity hits him. Or, itshould.
Instead, itvanishes.
Just…gone.
My brain barely has time to register that before a white-hotbolt slams into me. Hard.
“Fuck!”
It’s my own power, but wrong. Amplified. Like it got a second charge during its circuit back to me. It hits my chest like a goddamn truck, and I double over, a strangled sound ripping out of me as pain spikes through my ribs and down my spine.
Well, that’s fucking new.
“What the hell was that?” I gasp, clutching at the counter to stay upright.
“Thatwas a bad idea,” Sebastian says calmly. “You might want to—”
He doesn’t get to finish.
Reese is suddenly there. I don’t see him enter, but Ifeelthe change in the room, the air itself darkening. It’s more than just being able to sense his shadows, it’s like I’m attuned tohimnow.
I look up in time to see Sebastian slammed backward against the refrigerator, his mug clattering to the floor, coffee spilling across the faded tile. Reese’s hand fists the front of his shirt, shadows already curling at his feet like they’re seconds away from turning violent.
“What the fuck was that?” Reese snarls in the other man’s face, voice low and dangerous.
Sebastian doesn’t even look rattled. “Your new toy bit first.”
When he glances past Reese at me, Reese moves inches to the left to block his line of sight. It feels possessive. Or protective. Definitely both.
Reese turns his head just enough to check on me, eyes flicking over me, quick and assessing. “You okay?”
“Peachy,” I say, rubbing at my chest. “Just got hit with my own power like I owed it money.”
Sebastian huffs a quiet laugh. Reese does not.
“Explain to him what just happened,” Reese demands.
“Kinetic debt,” he says, unable to meet my gaze becauseReese is still blocking him. “You throw something at me, I hold onto it and send it back when I feel like it.”
Okay. Woah. Love that.
Or…hateit right now.
Reese’s jaw tightens, but after a second, he releases him with a quiet but firm command. “Don’t do that again.”
Sebastian straightens out the front of his shirt. “Tell your boy not to start shit.”
His boy.
Despite just getting seriously fucked up by my own goddamn powers, I have to look down to hide the fact I’m smiling big enough to hurt my cheeks, a warmth rising in them.
“Cason,” Reese says, turning to look at me properly as I snap my head back up. “This is Sebastian. Baz. He’s my second in command. He’s—”
“The one who saves your ass over and over and over again?” Sebastian finishes smugly as he takes a mop out of the pantry.
