Chapter 23

Jenny must have felt it first, because she dropped the ladle into the soup pot and clutched at her temples. “What the hell…”

Before Renée could ask what was wrong, she was assaulted from within. That didn’t mean her own mind was attacking her, but she couldn’t see how it was an external attack either. She dropped the bowl she’d been conveying to the table and soup sprayed everywhere as the dish shattered

No one catcalled; most of the rest of the interns were too busy reacting to whatever was flying through the air.