Alex was ordinary—expediently so.
Except when he drank exactly two and a half drinks of cheap whiskey. And only two times a day, spaced generously apart. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. It simply was, and he accepted it. It was a gift he didn’t abuse lightly.
He carefully considered every moment he chose to use his power. Was it worth it? It had its limits. He st...