“I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!”

“I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!”

“I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!”

“There are ten abilities, but no one has more than one—except me. I’m different that way. I have…more.”“You mean you have all ten.”I shrug my shoulders and nod. “And you say you’re different, huh?”“I am. I’m the only one—at least the first one,” I add, remembering what Sir Theo suggested about me being a more evolved species. A smile drifts to my mouth but fades when I notice Max staring at me with such disinterest that I become embarrassed.“I see. So is it just you who likes to think you’re special or all the teens in your world?”“What is that supposed to mean?”“Forget it. I guess I’m just trying to figure you out.”