He watches me like I'm a science experiment.
And as we watch, the female of the species attempts to assimilate this impossibility, until without warning, her brain explodes . . .
"Aiden . . .?" I whisper.
"It's perfectly safe." And he takes a step back, away from the wall.
He's standing on air. I can see the lawn twenty feet down, the space between him and the grass. Hear his words, which should echo through the clear night, bounce off a surface that isn't there.
"How the—"
"I told you, Kate," he says in a voice so low and deep, I can't tell if he's trying to stay undetected, or seduce me. "The only limitation is your strength, and your imagination. Think of it like turning water into ice-cubes. Except it's air. And I can make it any shape I want."
I gape at his feet. He looks like he's levitating. Two stories up.
"Do you want to come out—"
"No!" I jerk myself back inside, sit on my heels. Is he crazy?
