I skipped back to my dorm, partly running, partly gliding with short bursts of Wave Motion that sent me sailing over patches of grass. The upgraded ability felt incredible—like having rocket boosters strapped to my feet that actually obeyed my commands instead of sending me face-first into walls.
A few early-morning students stared as I launched myself up the steps of Building C in a single bound.
"What the hell was that?" someone muttered behind me.
I couldn't help grinning. Let them wonder. Let them talk. Yesterday I'd killed an alpha, stolen Aurora Fitzgerald's ability, and bumped my squad into the top seven. The fat lottery winner was making moves.
Inside my apartment, I stripped off my sweat-soaked gym clothes and cranked the shower to scalding. The hot water hit my shoulders with a welcome sting, washing away the morning's training. I leaned against the tile, letting my mind wander to Belle's impending arrival.
