He watched her struggle, pushing herself up, fury warring with pain in her eyes. The damp towel offered little modesty, but dignity seemed irrelevant now. Survival was the only currency left.
"So, who sent you?" he asked. His voice was level. Quiet.
Her jaw clenched. Silence. Defiance flickered in her gaze, even now.
He sighed, a sound devoid of actual emotion. "I am sure you remember my ability?" He pushed himself off the bed, the movement fluid. "Well, let's just say it has been upgraded."
He walked over to her, stopping just before her kneeling form. He reached down slowly.
His fingers brushed her temple. Cool touch.
"Now I can do this."
It began subtly. A pressure behind her eyes. Then, a coldness seeping into her very core. Not absorption. Something… different. Something colder.
Where did this even come from?
