Dead.
Kid called out, screamed as a painful sensation rippled through his vibrating body. He hadn’t realized how much energy he’d been using until he felt himself come in his pants, a wave of heat pulsing through his body, reminding him of the first time he’d ever masturbated. He felt blood rush from his nose and tasted the iron as it slid between his lips.
“Trey,” Kid muttered before he collapsed backward.
Before Kid knew it, Treycore had caught him and lifted him off his feet, cradling him in his safe hold.
“Are you okay?” Trey asked, his expression filled with worry.
“As long as I’m in your arms.”
Kid felt drained. He’d used too much energy—tapped into something far more powerful than he’d really understood. It was so far beyond anything he’d ever experienced before, this connection he shared with the grundars, with the Christ.
Aerysn and Yorro descended, approaching Kid and Treycore, their eyes wide, filled with surprise.
Treycore looked to them. “Okay, I need a fucking explanation.”
“I don’t really have one,” Aerysn replied, “but clearly, what we did to make him more appealing to the Christ has given him some sort of ability to control it.”
“You didn’t plan for that?” Treycore asked.
“No, we didn’t at all. This is just a bizarre anomaly, something that happened because of what we intended him to do.”
They continued chatting, but Kid’s thoughts were elsewhere as he felt a powerful awareness overwhelm him.
It was the only thing that mattered.
It was his mission, his fate.
“Trey,” he said softly, forcing the word out because it took so much energy to speak. “I…know…how to get to the Christ.”
