Chapter 8

That’d been the year Arachne and Horatius Jones had tried to pull down the moon, to cause an extinction-level event, to preserve only their chosen people in a mystically secured safe-house. Holiday Fortune Lyndsay Jones, at seventeen years old, guarding his parents’ backs, had quite possibly been the most beautiful person on the planet. He’d dressed up for the occasion in black and green, highlighting those huge hazel eyes, and he’d moved like an adder, slender and sophisticated and deadly.

Ryan had been present, that time. Everyone had. The Fantastic League. Captain Justice and the brand-new Lightning Kid, a teenage girl named Melissa who was literally full of bouncing energy and much younger than Ryan remembered ever being. John had been in full tactical Sundown gear. Ryan had tried not to get distracted by those shoulders and all the straps and buckles on that suit until later. Once they made it out.