I never asked for this power. One moment I was Max, just another kid trying to survive in Queens. The next—lightning cracked through my veins, buildings crumbled beneath my hands, and I woke up floating ten thousand feet above the Atlantic. Xavier found me mid-fall, his voice in my head like an anchor. He says I’m not a monster. He says I’m *gifted*. But when I sneeze, hurricanes form. When I get angry, satellites die. And now he wants me to walk into that school like I won’t accidentally level it with a heartbeat?