Matt caught himself and turned back, fists clenched. “Hey!” he yelled out, and hit James with a power surge. The Sentinel 9 grunted under the impact, despite having psychic powers eight times those of Matt’s.
“For shit’s sake!” Matt yelled. “What’s your problem, man! I get that you’re jealous as fuck, but that’s not my fault!”
Before James could answer, an invisible force pushed him back. It held everyone apart, as if a polarized magnetic field had come between them.
Standing at the room’s entrance was Amanda, her arms extended in front of her, shock and anger distorting the beauty of her features. Lydia stepped back, watching, her eyes large and attentive.
“What on earth is going on?” Amanda demanded. “Oh, somebody better answer me! I come back to this?! What’s your problem, James?”
“My problem?” James growled. “No, your problem. He’s the problem. Do you mind?” He gestured at the field between them, and she pulled back her psychic surge. Right away, Matt got up and stormed out, his scowl speaking volumes about how unfair it felt to have been assaulted. Alain stood immobile, his expression distant and disconnected.
James looked down at his torn T-shirt, stained with Alain’s blood. He yanked it off with a growl and sat on the couch, his chest heaving. Arms folded, he sat there frowning, catching his breath, looking very hot indeed.
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