KNOX’S POV

My touch only sets her off. She wails again, holding onto her father, harder and louder than before, and the heat instantly intensifies. The room responds to her.

The wallpaper nearest to her blisters, peels, and blackens.

The concrete beneath her knees glows red at the edges, hairline cracks spreading outward in a web pattern, as if the floor itself is fracturing from within.

The metal pipe running along the wall begins to glow orange, the chains attached to it starting to warp.

Logan scrambles backwards with Gale’s body, pressing himself against the far wall.

His eyes are wide with a fear that cuts through even his grief,...