Allison’s POV
Falcón’s introduction hit like a bullet, ricocheting through my chest, puncturing my heart. I nearly chocked on my food as it felt like the wind got caught in my throat. Excusing myself, I rushed up the stairs into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Panting, I stared at my shaken state in the mirror, my hand gripping the edge of the sink, until it began to break beneath my weight. I immediately drew back my hands, as in quick successions, I repeatedly rotated them for inspection.
Suddenly, a surge of energy pulsated through my veins, sending my body into violent shivers as my bones made cracking noises but there was no transformation. I heard voices behind the door calling in but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The sink once again became my steadier as a
