“He doesn’t have the control that you have.” His voice was low and soft. “I’m afraid he’ll do something terrible that he can’t take back. Something worse than breaking arms.” “He could just be a top tier TK. Not necessarily a grimlock.” “Possibly,” Henry agreed. “But my senses tell me otherwise.” And we both knew that Henry’s senses were better than even mine. He went on. “He doesn’t seem to want to hold the smoke. He wants to let it out. He relishes it.”
