“Nova! NO!” She spun in time to see Winston Pratt throwing himself at her. Nova reeled back, bracing herself for a fight. But Winston didn’t attack her. Instead, he gasped and stumbled to one knee, gaping up at her in shock. It took Nova too long to understand what was happening. It took her too long to notice the stain of red spreading across the front of his shirt. It took her too long to see the clear glass shard jutting from his chest, slicked with blood.
