"So let me get this straight," Jefferson said, his tone even, unreadable. "You somehow inherited the powers of Cronus, the Titan god of time from a little shiny rock passed down by your parents?"
His sharp gaze bore into Rex, scrutinizing every flicker of his expression. There was no immediate judgment in Jefferson's eyes, but there was something else, a tension coiled beneath his words, a quiet intensity that made Rex's stomach twist.
Rex chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh… yeah, pretty much."
Jefferson took a slow, deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them. The air around him seemed heavier, like the calm before a storm.
"And how exactly does this power work?" His voice was level, but there was an edge to it, one that made Rex feel as if he were being dissected under a microscope.
Rex blinked. "How does it work? What do you mean?"