Callie’s POV
I didn’t think.
There wasn’t a conscious decision I could point to as the origin of the movement, nor a phrase I repeated to myself before taking that first step, because by the time my body moved, it was already too late to stop without feeling like I was going against something deeper than my own will—something that didn’t push with force or impose direction abruptly, but unfolded like a silent certainty, as if the next step had already been decided at a level my mind was only beginning to access.
The ground cracked beneath my feet with excessive clarity.
The air parted before me as if it knew I would pass through it.
And in that instant, I understood—
I wasn’t walking by choice.
I was responding to an alignment I hadn’t initiated.
“Callie,” Asher’s voice came from b
