Selene's POV
It didn't warn me.
Every other time there had been something… a build, a pull, some version of my body saying "prepare yourself" before it did what it was going to do.
This time, nothing.
One moment I was walking.
The next, I wasn't.
The morning had been ordinary. Or what passed for ordinary now, which was a lower bar than it used to be.
I had woken up, dressed, eaten the bread Rowan left outside my door without knocking—our quiet agreement since the restriction. I had tried the power once, briefly, alone in my room. It responded steadier than before, moved with me instead of past me for almost a full minute before slipping.
Then the walls of my chamber started feeling like an opinion I disagreed with, so I went for a walk.
Approved corridors only.
