Selene POV
The air in the safe house felt unnerving still as I paced back and forth, my thoughts tangled with anger and uncertainty. Belinda lay unconscious on the floor, her figure lifeless apart from the faint rise and fall of her chest. My power had lashed out, something I barely understood myself, and yet it had rendered her powerless in an instant.
I glanced over at the guards standing at attention near the doorway, their expressions stoic but laced with unease. They didn't question me when I spoke, even though my words carried more determination than I felt.
"Pour water over her," I instructed. "Wake her up. I have questions that need answering."
One of the guards stepped forward with a bucket, his movements careful yet swift. He doused her with water, and I watched as the liquid splashed over her face and soaked her clothes. Belinda jolted awake with a gasp, sputtering and flailing slightly before realizing her hands were bound.