I didn’t sleep that night. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw shadows moving across the ceiling, felt the faint pulse of something watching me, waiting. My blood hummed like a warning bell, and I could still feel the energy from yesterday, wriggling in my veins like a live thing. I wanted answers. I needed answers.
Adrian had been there, watching silently as I tested the limits of whatever this power was. But he wasn’t telling me everything. I could feel it—the way his eyes would darken when I asked the wrong question, the way he shifted slightly away from me when I got too close. I hated it. I hated the mystery, the secrecy, the constant feeling that I was on the edge of some enormous precipice without knowing it.
I paced my apartment, my bare feet brushing against the cold
