Brandon’s electrical field blew away from him in one short, quick burst. He slumped back, dizzy, and drained to the point he nearly passed out. He caught a glimpse of Bob jerking backward and landing flat on his ass on the floor with a grunt. The woman burst out laughing. Not the reaction Brandon expected. “Again, you fool, what the hell are you doing?” Bob clambered to his feet and started toward Brandon. A simple wave of one hand by the woman stopped Bob in his tracks. She narrowed her eyes and stalked closer to Brandon, casually slipping her hands into her side pockets. “Mr. Bob, tell me, what did you think you were doing?” She stopped beside Brandon, just inside his field of vision and put a hand lightly on his shoulder. An electrical charge radiated out of her to Brandon, steadily increasing until Brandon tried to duck away, clenching his teeth and gasping. “Was that what you thought you were doing?” she asked Bob. Bob shook his head. “That guy with him, a werewolf, he’d put his hands around this guy’s neck and…” Bob shrugged. “…controlled him somehow. I was trying—” The woman laughed again. “A child’s trick.” She took ahold of Brandon’s chin, her nails digging into his skin and short, low pulses of power came from her fingertips. “You’re a clever little boy.” She tightened her grip. Pain coursed along Brandon’s jaw and into his chest. Tears sprung to his eyes. The woman rolled her eyes and let go. “Clever, but a soft piece of shit.” She knelt in front of Brandon and stroked his cheek a few times. “Here’s the deal, you’re a specially trained scintilla. A little more talented than normal. Well, so am I. Except my training took a completely different course. Do you understand?” Brandon swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.” “I thought you couldn’t hurt each other with your charge?” Bob asked. Brandon was interested in the answer to that question too. “There is a way around everything if one knows what to do and has the skills.” The woman stared down at Brandon, her lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “That little stunt would’ve killed a human who wasn’t scintilla. Even a werewolf would feel very painful effects.” She gave Brandon’s face a harsh pat. “Isn’t that right little boy?” Brandon nodded and glared at the floor. She spun the chair around and Brandon was facing the computer tower again. “Get it done.” She slapped her hand onto a piece of paper. “I-I c-can’t with t-the ch-chair m-m-moving.”
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