Stand down, I command, my physical voice ringing across the chaotic hall. Nobody move. Nobody draw a weapon.
I look at Asher. He is sitting quietly beside Kade, his small hands gripping the edge of the table. His mismatched eyes are wide, the geometric lattice in his silver eye blazing with a fierce, blinding violet light.
Mama, his math is breaking, Asher projects, his mental voice tight with the physical exertion of holding the connection. He’s terrified. The energy is looping.
Ground him, baby, I project fiercely. Don’t prune him. Just ground him.
Asher closes his eyes. He doesn't push genesis energy into the delegate. He doesn't try to rewrite his biology. He just reaches out with his mind, connecting directly to the physical mass of the man. He feels the sweat, the racing heart, t
