The night was getting crazier by the second, with people of all races and varying ages talking, drinking and dancing 'til their feet grew blisters. Hips grind to the loud music as the scent of alcohol filled Trix' nostrils.
power he was supposed to have. Hell if he hadn't seen the boy breathing awhile back and hadn't seen him with his own two eyes, he would be sure the boy didn't even there.