All three of us lunge for the gun instead. It’s too far from me. Too close to William. He grabs it first and immediately points the gun straight at Lincoln’s head. The horror at such an action causes my power to flare up, blinding him.
Lincoln’s on his knees, hands up, eyes pleading with me to go.
“Turn that down or I will kill him,” William says without any emotion.
I have no doubt that he will. I force the light down, pushing it toward my palms as I tuck my hands behind my back. I can’t leave Lincoln. I don’t know what to do.
I think of the practices. All the cans I blasted. I can do this.
You can do this.
I take a deep breath in, hands still hidden, sun filling me with energy.
“Don’t even think about it.” William’s chin is tilted down, his eyes glaring. His thumb flicks something on the gun.
I hold his gaze, standing only a few feet away. I need to get him away from Lincoln. I can do this. I raise my hands. I blast him with a burst of light like nothing I’ve ever produced. He falls back and I don’t lose my head start. I need Will to follow and give Lincoln a chance to get away.
I run.
