The baby's scream cut through the morning air like a knife.
Elara bolted upright in bed, her heart pounding. That wasn't just any cry. That was the sound of pure terror.
She raced down the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor. Behind her, she heard Kael, Ronan, and Darian jumping out of bed too.
"Which one?" Kael shouted.
"Baby Marcus!" Elara called back, bursting into the nursery.
Their youngest son was floating three feet above his crib. His tiny fists glowed with silver light, and his eyes were completely white. The mobile above his bed was spinning wildly, and books were flying off the shelves.
"Oh no," Darian whispered. "Not again."
This was the fourth time this month. Five-year-old Emma could see the future. Three-year-old twins Jake and Lily could talk to animals. And now baby Marcus was showing powers that shouldn't exist.
Elara reached for her son, but an invisible force pushed her back.
"Marcus, baby, it's okay," she said softly. "Mommy's here."
