Rogue closed her eyes, drowning in the sensation as fever scorched her palm, shot through her fingers, saturating her body and gilding her brain. She�d been cold for so long. Discipline extended her arm and the flames diminished as she drained his anger, his pain, his incendiary hatred. She targeted the burning machinery and writhing bodies, willing them to extinguish, using the last of Bobby�s cool logic to silence John�s song of destruction. The intoxicating cadence of rage flowed through her, in one hand and out the other. It would take more than Logan�s touch to soothe her this time. �He�s got rhythm in his hands�

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