When the storm comes, my compass always points to me. No matter where I am, it points to me. It reminds me who I am. Who I was. I was reckless with these dangerous powers, and now I’m facing the consequences. I stand before a crowd of Poierks.

“Miss Dawson, you have been accused of gifted ability abuse and endangerment towards innocent lives,” Amir, leader of the Poierks says. “We’ve been giv...

“That was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had… and yet it worked,” I tell Anthony.

Anthony just looks back at me as he says, “You should trust me more.”

“Oh shut up.” I stare at the gate, and then his burnt hands. “Do they still hurt?” I ask him.

Anthony stuffs the hot-glue key in his pocket. “No. Not really.” He pulls his hair back. “I still don’t see why you never trust me, Bird...