Julia Lancaster has reached her breaking point. She stands on the brink of shattering into millions of pieces as feelings of anger, hopelessness, and betrayal swirl within her. Everyone she loves is gone, unreachable to her anymore. Taken by Henley to a ghastly prison kept secret for decades, she will be experimented upon for answers, answers that could mean the destruction of the world she holds dear. She's trapped, both physically and mentally with no means of escape. Haunted by memories of the love she once shared with Peter, she finds herself plagued by heartaches at the horror of what Peter has become. But Julia will come to realize that there's something different about this prison, something about the inmates that rings with familiarity. Will Julia ever be able to escape? Will she stop the experiments from going through? Will Peter be able find himself again? Can Henley ever be defeated? Read on to find out what happens in this final installment of the Powers series.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.