The crystal hummed in Lena's palm. It wasn't a sound she heard with her ears; it was a vibration that started in her skin and settled deep in her marrow. Blue light bled through her fingers, casting sharp shadows against the office wall.
She set it down on the desk. It didn't clink. It hovered, millimeters above the wood, spinning slowly.
"Class A," Varen said. He stood by the window, watching the driveway. His hands were clasped behind his back, but his shoulders were tight. "They'll overload a standard grid within hours. You'll need dampeners."
"We have dampeners," Lena said. She flexed her hand. The skin was red where the crystal had hovered. "Will they last?"
"A week," Varen said. He turned. His face was grey in the office light. "Maybe ten days. But Kaelen isn't waiting for them t
