Althea's POV

Chapter 112: Althea's POV

The pre-dawn chill nipped at my skin as I made my way back to the hotel. The streets of Cambridge were quiet, save for the occasional rumble of an early milk truck or the distant whistle of a train. I breathed in the crisp air, my mind still reeling from the night's events with Bayo and how he must have thought I literally vanished before his eyes when I didn't have such power.

As I approached the grand facade of the Copley Plaza Hotel, the early morning mist swirled around my ankles, carrying with it the faint scent of damp leaves and distant factory smoke. The streets were just beginning to stir, the clatter of milk bottles and the distant rumble of delivery trucks breaking the pre-dawn silence.