"Even better for me, Aaron!" Michael grinned, his eyes blazing with anticipation.
Aaron tilted his head, his tone calm but cutting. "No, you don't understand. From now on… you'll be in a world of hurt."
Michael blinked. "Aaron… how…?" His voice cracked with disbelief. Just a heartbeat ago, Aaron had been right in front of him. Now, somehow, Aaron's whisper brushed against his ear from behind.
What was worse—the transition had been invisible. Even with Michael's sharpened senses, heightened reflexes, and speed amplified to their limits, he hadn't caught so much as a blur. That realization made his stomach sink. If he couldn't track Aaron's movement, it meant only one thing—Aaron wasn't just faster. He was on an entirely different level.
