Alice Catch.
Adam's voice cut through the air like a thread of stillness. Without even looking, he flicked his wrist—and something flew through it, gleaming.
Alice's hand moved on reflex.
Thunk.
She caught it with ease.
A small orb sat in her palm now. Smooth, glassy, but faintly pulsing. Colors shifted inside it—soft purples, deep blues, a spiral of silver light swimming like a nebula inside a marble. It felt warm.
"…What is this?" Alice asked, blinking at it.
Adam turned slightly, hands still in his pockets. His expression unreadable, as always. But his eyes—those eyes sparkled faintly. Like he knew something no one else did.
"It's a gift," he said. "From me to you."
Alice frowned faintly, tilting her head. "A gift?"
Adam nodded. "Absorb it."
She looked at him. Then looked back down at the orb. "What's it going to do?"
"See for yourself," Adam replied, almost lazily.
