Selene's POV
I didn't make it far before they turned me again.
Not back to my room.
Not toward the court.
A different direction.
Of course.
I almost laughed under my breath.
Another test already?
How many times was I going to be called out in a single day?
Apparently, as many times as they wanted.
I didn't ask this time. I just followed, my steps steady even though my body hadn't fully recovered. My side still ached faintly, my legs still carried the memory of strain, but none of that mattered anymore. Not here.
Control.
That word stayed with me, quieter now, but heavier.
The corridor felt different as we walked.
Not louder. Not darker. Nothing obvious.
Just… off.
Like the air had tightened somehow, like something ahead mattered more than t
