I stared at the smoke drifting up from Erika’s fingertips. Over the past hour, the girl beside me had ignited several small fires with her bare hands.
Sure, it was freakishly entertaining, but open flames were the last thing needed by forty sweaty, super-powered teenagers crammed into a school bus without air conditioning on a sticky July day.
Besides, it wasn’t like she was special. Our destination was Camp Awakening.