Stacy stared at the bottle resting casually on Liam's armrest, her mind racing through a thousand possibilities and finding no satisfactory answers to any of them.
Was this really Liam? The quiet kid who'd kept to himself, never drawing attention, never standing out in any particular way that made him practically a ghost in high school? Had he always possessed this kind of power, hiding it behind a mask of normalcy? Or was this something new, something he'd acquired recently that had transformed him into... whatever he was now?
The questions multiplied faster than she could process them, each one spawning three more, creating a cascade of uncertainty that made her head spin slightly.
She had so many questions. Unfortunately, she had very few answers. And judging by the expressions on everyone else's faces, she wasn't alone in that predicament.
