Sleeping Beauties, It’s Time to Wake Up (2)

Medeia's lips curled into a small smile, but her next words hit him like a cold slap. "You're in the base you were supposed to attack."

Silence.

Then, pure fear crept into his face.

He instinctively staggered backward, only to trip over the chair behind him and crash to the floor. His breath came in ragged gasps as he scrambled away, his gaze darting around the room, searching for a weapon.

Nothing.

His heart pounded. In a panic, he snatched up the only thing within reach, a chair, and with a desperate shout, hurled it at Medeia.

She didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't even blink.

Yet the chair never hit her.

Right before it could, reality itself seemed to rewind. The chair snapped back into its original position, as if it had never been touched.

That … that was impossible.

He had thrown it. He was sure of it. But it was sitting right where it had been, like nothing had happened.