Page 20 of Glacial Heat

“Wait. Did you say this happened to the whole floor?” Rosi jumped to her feet.

“Yes, it appears so,” Jackson said.

“Cora!” Rosi rushed past Jackson and out into the hall.

I groaned as one of the only lights that hadn’t exploded did so above us.

Jackson eyed it thoughtfully.

“You need to tell people whatever is going on here,” I said, standing. I spread my hands in what I hoped was a peaceful yet reasonable gesture. “If there’s a design issue, it’s better to call things off now than wait until something worse happens.”

Jackson eyed me with the same expression he had the lightbulb. “So you’re a PR specialist now, Mr. Cooper?”

“No, but I care about people’s lives and so should you,” I snapped. My wristband sparked and I yanked it off, tossing it to the side incredulously. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“So far every malfunction has one thing in common,” Jackson said, getting my attention back.

“Electricity?” I asked, grateful he was focusing on addressing the situation instead of covering it up.

“No.” He backed up a couple of steps, and I noticed his hands fist at his sides. “You.”