“See, I told you.” Carr lifts the notebook. “The last lightning wielder said it made them overheat. Now do it again.” 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.
