Chapter 1
The Sinister Sorcerer’s cape caught the wind. Fluttered. Wreathed his flying form with imposing eerie green. That well-practiced supervillain laugh rattled buildings and sent a matching shiver down Ryan’s spine. The two of them hovered across from the Golden Gate Bridge and watched each other, trapped in a mutual mid-air stand-off.
The Sorcerer waved a hand. Storm clouds gathered. Rain pelted the world. A screech of threatened metal rose up from below.
“Don’t you dare,” Ryan told him, “there are people on that bridge—” and caught his balance amid wind and pointed a finger. Lightning flashed. Electric as his current, pun intended, superhero name. He was having second thoughts about going with Beacon. Too on the nose. Better than being the former Lightning Kid, Captain Justice’s
