[s1e8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's... Today

As Jax’s fingers brushed the fabric, the silver shimmer under Leo’s skin erupted. It wasn't green, and it wasn't fueled by rage—it was cold, metallic, and absolute. Leo didn't grow larger; he grew denser . His skin took on the matte finish of industrial steel.

Leo didn't look up. The voice belonged to Jax, a debt collector who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and bad intentions. He had two shadows behind him, both grinning with the kind of confidence only a baseball bat provides. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...

Leo felt a surge of heat behind his eyes. His heart rate spiked. One, two, three, breathe, he told himself. But the internal rhythm was being drowned out by a low, vibrating hum in his bones. As Jax’s fingers brushed the fabric, the silver

Jax didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled backward, falling over chairs, and disappeared into the night. His skin took on the matte finish of industrial steel

"I told you," the entity said, its voice a chorus of shearing metal. "You won't like me when I’m like this."

"You don't want to do this," Leo said, his voice dropping an octave.