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Colby Evans can leap from one country to the next in a heartbeat. She can see every sunset in every time zone in the same day. She can travel across the world in a flash. She defies gravity and physics with every breath she takes. She's tested her abilities and found them limitless.
She is the lightning. She is Lucent. And nothing can stop her.
Except him.
Theodore Ramsey isn't supposed to be able to flash like Colby. The power of travel is passed on from mother to daughter in their people. Except once in every hundred generations.
Theo is the one.
He can flash like Colby. And it makes him a target to their enemies and to himself. His abilities change everything he knows about life and throws his future into an uncertain tangent. In fact, the only thing certain in his life is the love he feels for Colby.
Their love defies time and space and has been the only constant thing in their lives since childhood. But even their infallible love will be stretched to its limits.
She will risk her life to protect him. But he will risk everything to protect them all.
Excerpt
LUCENT WOMEN ARE MANDATED TO REPORT THE PRESENCE OR ABSENCE OF ALL GIFTS, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, TRAVEL.
The lightning, the flash that marked my power, pulsed through my body, vibrating my cells and igniting my veins. Adrenaline was nothing compared to the vibrancy lightning afforded me. The powerful, electrical glow glimmered around me as I landed. I was revived when I flashed. My feet gently touched the metal rail as I arrived in the tunnel. The air tasted different here. It tasted different everywhere. Stale oxygen burned the insides of my nose and smelled like earth and smog.
French air tasted like bread.
Spanish air tasted like the ocean.
Portuguese air tasted like home.
The best places to land were alleys, tunnels, and if I could find them, caves. Caves were dark and quiet. If there were none available, alleys and unused subway routes did the trick.
Otherwise, the light in my wake could be seen for blocks—maybe miles. Today was a tunnel kind of day.
I shouldn’t have to hide my gift—none of us should. We should be queens of the skies and land, revered for the ability to bend time and space—to accomplish feats that no physicist could work through on paper.
Instead, we were forced to hide in the folds of society, pretending to be ordinary. We were anything but normal.
A noise echoed through the tunnel. My chest pounded—as I was overcome by paranoia. I turned to find the noise’s owner. With a squeak came a tiny mouse, who in these tunnels conjured a great sound. The rodent scrambled into a hole, leaving the tunnel once again quiet.
I hated hiding what I was just because humans were fearful.
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