That night, the moon hung ghost-pale over Tungsten, its light spilling silver across the courtyard stones. Valia sat in her room, the world around her hushed, her body aching in strange places that had nothing to do with work. It seemed everytime she used her power, it turned her to a horny beast.

She had felt Ligon’s gaze on her and knew he’d seen her, but she couldn’t bring herself to face him. Not now. Not with the echoes of those screams dredged up memories she had tried to ...