"Uh oh."
Riley Ross had never been an impulsive child. Despite the frank, filterless words that often left his mouth, his actions were always, at the very least, calculated. Only in rare instances did he ever lose control.
Lately, those moments had stemmed from the sudden awakening of his telekinetic abilities—something he had begun to rein in over the past week. But the more consistent triggers had always been because someone touched him without permission.
Riley didn't like things touching him. Even his oversized, loose-fitting clothes were a reflection of that discomfort. Just a few years ago, he'd chosen to stand completely naked in front of a crowd rather than wear something that clung to his body.
And when someone touched him without permission, any semblance of composure or calm unraveled. He became erratic. Extremely volatile.
Only one person was ever allowed to touch him freely—his sister, Hannah. That hadn't changed.
Touching Riley Ross… was a very serious mistake.
