“Hey, Kris. John’s in trouble. Any chance you and Alicia could head out to his hou…”
Victor’s thought was cut off in the middle by a horrific scream, loud enough to knock him to the ground, clutching his head. It wasn’t a scream of physical pain. The energy behind it rattled in Victor’s head. He put his hands on the ground, and stayed there, on all fours for several seconds before he spotted Max in much the same position. Behind Max, hundreds of miles to the north, Victor saw Kris’s aura, as if she were standing directly in front of him. Her aura was spun out of threads of red, whirling and spinning around her, bright enough to illuminate the darkness to Victor’s eyes, like a red sun sitting on the ground up north in Tennessee.