Ethan Wilder looked like a college kid who'd just discovered he could accidentally level city blocks with basic bodily functions, and honestly, that wasn't far from the truth. His voice created ripples in the air that made everyone want to stare—not because they were pretty, but because they were true. Sound made visible, truth given form in waves that made the windows weep.
"I think I broke the sound barrier when I woke up," he admitted, and the words carried harmonics that seemed to reach into everyone's chest and tune their heartbeats to his rhythm. "There's a hole in my bedroom wall that definitely wasn't there last night, and I'm pretty sure I time-traveled my alarm clock because it's been playing yesterday's news for the past hour."
