ALLISON.

A choked gasp left my lips, and I clamped my hand over my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Four dozen bodies lay strewn across the ground, their forms twisted in agony. Their skin was scorched, blackened as if burned from the inside out. My breath caught in my throat. There was only one person who could have done this.

I swallowed hard, dreading what I would see when I looked up. And then, I saw him.

Sullivan. My brother.

He sat in the middle of the carnage, ...