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I look at my men one by one, silently asking if they’re okay with showing off their… gifts. Each man nods, but none appear thrilled.

“Let’s take this outside,” I instruct and lead the way.

Fortunately, Ms. Steinbeck thought to get us a building that sat on quite a bit of land with no neighbors, so there’s no chance we’ll be seen.

Once we’re all out in the fresh air, Trooper, Rave, Doom, Mummy, and Stoner line up for the show.

“You’ve already seen what Inferno can do,” I announce. “But we all have some sort oftalent.”

“You all don’t create fire in your hands?” Mummy asks with a smirk.

“No. Each of us has unique abilities.”

Stoner pulls a joint out of his pocket and sticks it between his lips as he walks forward, stopping in front of Inferno. When he looks at my VP expectantly, I expect Inferno to knock Stoner’s teeth down his throat. But he surprises me.

“This isn’t a damn party trick,” Inferno grumbles as he creates flame in his palm and lights the joint. “I won’t do that for you twice.”

“Noted,” Stoner says after taking a puff and returning to stand with his brothers.

Wanting to get this over with, I walk to the hose that’s attached to the side of the building and turn it on. I haven’t done this in a very long time, and I can only hope I’m still able.

When I lift the hose and arc the stream of water in the direction of the US chapter brothers, they sputter when the cold liquid hits them. Quickly, I focus all my energy on the stream, using all my mental strength to get it to do my silent bidding.

And nothing.

“Jesus, turn that off!” Doom shouts, holding his hands in front of his face.

My anger spikes, and that does the trick. Sudden strong emotions are rarely a good thing when it comes to our powers, but in this case, they’re serving a purpose, and I’m grateful for them. While the nozzle remains in the same position, the water shifts and hits my chapter brothers in the face.

“Motherfucker!” Reaper grits as I guide the water to the ground and then turn the hose off. “You could’ve made that go anywhere else, you know that, right?”

I grin, knowing he’s one hundred percent right. “What fun would that have been?”

For the first time since completing the transition, normalcy starts to creep back in. I love my brothers, would die for them if I were still alive, and most certainly would kill for them. But I also thoroughly enjoy fucking with them.

“Impressive,” Mummy states dryly as he wipes his face dry. “So, fire and water. Does that mean you’ve got all the elements covered.”

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” I admit and shift my attention to Acid. “You’re up next.”

Acid smirks, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that however he’s going to demonstrate his gift is going to piss someone right the fuck off.

He stalks away and around to the front of the building where our bikes are parked. The rumble of a motor firing reaches my ears, and I groan.

This is gonna be worse than I thought.

When Acid appears straddling a Harley I don’t recognize, my entire body stiffens. We might not have to worry about it in Valhalla all that much, but any biker worth a damn knows you don’t touch another man’s motorcycle. And you definitely don’t ride it without permission.

Rave roars with rage, making it instantly clear that the bike belongs to him. “What the fuck?”

Acid brings the bike to a stop right in front of Rave. “Watch this,” he taunts as he closes his eyes to concentrate.

Beneath him, the Harley begins to melt until it’s nothing but a puddle of scorching metal between his legs and a leather seat practically floating in it.

Rave’s face turns a bright red, and his mouth drops open in disbelief. But before his wits return, Acid moves away so his body isn’t near the destruction, and the biker slowly but surely starts to reform on its own until it’s returned to pristine condition.

“Holy…” Rave darts his gaze from his Harley to Acid and back again. “How… But… You just… That’s not possible.”

As if what he did is par for the course, Acid shrugs. “Deny it all you want, but what you saw is real. My body temp rises to such a degree that I can melt or manipulate metal but as soon as I step away from it, the heat disappears and the metal reforms to its original form.”

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