Alaric's POV
Another heavy breath left my lips as I shut off the shower. My palm flattened against the shattered wall where broken ceramic pieces littered the floor from my earlier rage. The fractured tiles started lifting, piece by piece, drifting back to where they belonged as energy coursed through my fingertips.
Power thrummed under my skin while each fragment clicked into place. When I finally pulled my hand back, the wall looked perfect—like I'd never lost control at all.
