I gasped for breath as I stared at Maribel.
She had just shot the man who had been about to put a bullet in my head.
The Time Freeze had finally recovered. I had felt it there, ready beneath the tattoo on my hand, but I was grateful I had not needed to use it. Every time I did, it took too much out of me afterward. More than I wanted anyone to notice.
"Thanks," I managed, my voice hoarse.
Then I covered my mouth as a cough tore through me.
When I pulled my hand away, blood covered my palm.
My vision blurred around the edges for a second.
I closed my hand hard.
What was the point of having all these powers if I could barely use them without wrecking myself afterward?
I was bonded with a Symbiote. Dullahan was powerful, probably far more powerful than I even understood yet, but my body was still human beneath all of it. Enhanced, sure. Stronger, faster, tougher than before.
Still human.
Maybe it simply was not enough to carry something like Dullahan properly.
No.
