The Eevee moved faster than light. It became a comet of fur and fury, slamming into the bedroom door just as the doorknob turned. The door didn’t just fly open—it shattered into wooden shrapnel. Leo’s father stumbled back, clutching his chest where the Eevee had struck him. He fell against the hallway wall, gasping, eyes wide with terror.
He clicked.
He double-clicked.
The button was a lie.