“Save your brother. Save my brothers. Save your little sister.” His eyes flash to me, and in that one look, the world slows…and I sense that Charlie already knows how this will end before it does—that this is the fifth move in a chess match he’s completed ten minutes ago. I wonder if he granted me passage into his mind, or if I have a tiny morsel of the power that only Beckett shares. I can almost see through Charlie Keating Cobalt.
