As I was midair, hauling sheet metal at the enemies, I felt the connection sever. He was down, bleeding from his abdomen. I whirled over, panic settling in.
“Oh my God. How-?” I asked, trailing off. I knew why he had bled. Why our mind connection had been destroyed. He’s been taking collateral pills, I thought, with anger filling my mind. Those pills were incredibly dangerous. They’d been design...