“Your waves are shifting,” Darren said, like this was just a normal day at the lab. “You ready to show me something?”

I couldn’t pick out just image. Not even one page of time. There were too many, clamoring, and their edges weren’t so much fluttering as jabbing me in the temples.

What could I show him that he’d understand? He had no idea what he was asking. All the dizzy bending and roaring and so many mismatched sounds and smells clamoring in all at once.

I’d broken Marco just showing him—

I jerked, the ties holding me back.

My telepathy was stronger now. I’d been practicing with Tair. And this whole time travel thing had to be a good workout for my mental muscles. If I could break Marco, then why not try the same with Darren?

Will it work? No matter how hard I asked, the timeghosts were layered too thick. I couldn’t see if this was the right path, but it was a path, and I’d rather try anything than keep sitting here useless.

Tair sat pale and sagging and only the straps kept him in his chair.

Covered in red blood.

“Give me your hand,” I said.

Darren hesitated, reaching, then pausing, fingers halfway to me. “What are you plotting now?”

“I’m trying to kill you with thoughts.” If only. The best I’d get was half that. Maybe a quarter.

But that could be enough to change everything.

“Right.” Darren snorted, dismissing it just like I’d known he would. “Hope you can show me something better than that.”

“I’ll show you everything.”

Darren’s cold fingertips touched the back of my palm. A smile pulled the corners of my lips and I wondered what he saw in my eyes that made him flinch like that, but he was too late. He was already touching me and I’d been telling the truth.

I was going to show him everything. Literally.

Opening my brain wide, I focused my thoughts on Darren. I gave a mental push, and—

Bingo.

The pages of time flickered in front of me. I drew them in, soaking up everything I could. Every voice. Every figure. Every image.

Darren was about to have a front row seat to the universe. I gave a mental push, forcing it all into his head instead of mine.

The past. The future. Countless paths and whole alternative worlds condensed in one barrage of howling, shivering, shrieking, stinking, jasmine-scented, aching, searing, writhing everything.

Just another day in the life for me.

Not for Darren.

A drop of blood rolled from his nose. He’d frozen where he stood, still touching my hand.

More.

I had to give him more.

I opened myself wider, pushing my limits, looking farther back and farther ahead and deeper than ever. More futures. More history. More people and places and things.