Chapter 27

Power Thief

I managed to get my feet back under me before I slid too far. A bloom of pain where his fist met my mouth stretched outward across my cheek. I scrambled to defend myself, but I needn't have bothered. He just stood there and laughed at me.

"You can fly." I wiped at the trickle of blood spilling over my split lip, spotted it shining on his knuckles, obscene. It made the stuff still inside me boil.

"No, idiot," he said. "You can fly."

I shook my head. "I saw you--"

"I can fly because you can," he said.

My head still rung from the blow, making me a little slow on the uptake.

"I don't get it."