The next morning, Grayson and Jude stand in shock, staring at Jude’s chest. Grayson reaches a hand out, running his fingers along the white scars that had not been there just the night before.

“Does this…hurt?” Grayson asks, hesitantly.

Jude shakes his head. “No, I feel completely…normal. As normal as I can be, I guess.”

“And your arm?”

Jude lifts his right arm, stretching out his shoulder. The movement is fluid, no ...