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Tairn chortles.
“Not a single fucking word out of you,” I warn.
This time, I focus on the feeling of the power rush and not what got it
there, opening every sense and letting white-hot energy course through me,
gathering to a breaking point. Then I release it, and lightning strikes more
than a mile away. Well, look at that. I am a certified badass.
“Maybe you could work at aiming it this time?” Professor Carr peers over
his notebook. “Just remember not to exhaust the physical strength with
which you control the power. No one wants to see you burn out. A power
like Tairn’s will eat you alive if you can’t contain it.”
Lightning strikes five more times before I’m exhausted, and none of it
hits where I was aiming.
This is going to be harder than I thought.
