The shattered glass were scattered all over the marble, glinting. There was silence in the hall, and everyone stood frozen, staring at Devin. Amanda’s chest heaved as she stood in place, her eyes wild, and her lips trembling with fury. The wine bottle she had thrown was now in pieces behind Devin, and she let out a small growl. She had meant to hit him in the back of his head with that bottle, to send him into a world of pain. Devin didn’t even flinch. He hadn’t even turned around to look at the glass yet. He just stood there, with his back to her, calm as ever. The most dangerous kind of calm. But he was also annoyed. He had thought it was over with all the nonsense he had gone through today, but it looked like the day had other plans, and it included the ever irritating Amanda. Amanda took a step closer to him. “What is it? Are you scared now?” She shouted, her voice cracking. “Are you going to hit me? Huh? Go on! Hit me! I dare you!” Her voice went around the ballroom, an

Devin nodded, still talking to a red-haired investor and his friend who were busy explaining something about sustainable infrastructure. The men had good points, but it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t heard yet, or ever. Besides, he was barely listening now. His head had started to throb violently, which was strange. Devin could tell that it was not from the noise from the guests, and Amanda had gone a while ago. Not like he was even pissed when she was in, no. He just felt inconvenienced. So why this now? This was a strange pull in his chest, like something hot and powerful was clawing up his spine, begging to come out. It was his powers, but what was up with that? He clenched his jaw and focused on the glass of water in his hand. Just stay down. Just stay down, and it will all be fine, he thought to himself. The feeling surged again, harder this time. His fingers trembled slightly, and he quickly dropped the glass and shoved his hands into his pockets. “…so if Stonehenge b

Devin didn't wait. As soon as he left the bathroom, he kept his head down and headed straight for the exit. He had to make his way out as soon as possible. The hall was still buzzing and full of life. But all of it, the clinking of dainty glasses, the polite lies and power games, none of them mattered to him right now. Not like they had ever mattered to him. He just happened to find himself in that world. And now, he just needed to get out before his body decided to turn into a solar flare. "Sir, would you please—?" "No!” Devin said quickly to a server who tried to hand him a drink. He didn't even make eye contact. He couldn't do that with anyone. The pressure in his chest felt like a rising volcano. If he stopped to breathe, he wasn't sure the room would still be standing in one piece, not to mention the people. He was five steps from the door when someone stepped into his path, smirking. "Cousin.” Klaus said smoothly. "Where's the fire?" Devin didn't stop. He stepped

Viktor sat in the backseat of a rented car parked on a quiet road, his legs crossed, fingers steepled under his chin, and eyes locked on the dancing flames of a miniature floating flame he had conjured in the air. It hovered nicely, then flickered violently, uncontrolled. It started to get bigger. Just like Devin’s energy had. And that was the fucking problem all this time. He clenched his jaw and swiped his fingers through the flame, extinguishing it instantly. It was just a pity that he couldn’t control Devin as easily as that. “It didn’t work.” He muttered. The driver turned slightly from the front. “Sir?” “Nothing. You can drive now.” He said calmly. But inside, Viktor was fuming. He had triggered it. He had used his gift, his secret ability, to push Devin’s power from beneath the surface and to make it unstable. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it either. This was one of his special tricks, and if Devin was any other person, his internal lock should’ve burst w

Devin kept tossing in bed. Who could be calling him at this time? And his phone was kept on Do Not Disturb for everyone except important— no! He jerked awake, groggy and disoriented. The room was still dark with all the windows closed, the only light coming from the TV’s paused screen and a lamp in the corner. Kia was asleep next to him, curled up beneath a blanket with one hand on her belly. Devin rubbed his eyes, snatched up the phone, and answered without checking the screen. “Yeah?” He said, his voice rough from sleep. “Master Devin, it’s Blaise Henry. I’m so sorry to call this late—” Devin sat up straight immediately. “Henry? What happened? Why are you calling at this time?” “It’s your grandfather. His house… there was a fire. A bad one.” Devin froze. His entire chest stopped moving for a second. “Wait, what are you saying to me right now?” “I have no idea of how better to put it. They think he’s dead. I’m at the scene. It’s not a good sight, Devin. Really