Chapter 18

The first seizure hit at 3 AM. My power went haywire, reality fracturing into a thousand different moments all at once.

I saw myself die seventeen different ways in the span of a second.

When it passed, I found myself curled up on the bathroom floor of my cheap hotel room. Blood dripped from my nose. The percentage in my vision read *52%*.

My hands shook as I dialed Marcus's number.

"That was faster than I expected," he answered on the first ring.

"It's getting worse."

"Where are you?"

"Hotel Avion. Room 412."

"Stay there." He paused. "And Orion? Don't use your power. Not even a little."

He hung up. I dragged myself to the bed, fighting another wave of nausea.

Fifteen minutes later, someone knocked. Not the door – the window.

I opened it to find Marc

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