(Isla)
I woke to Caius watching me.
Not the way I sometimes woke to find him already up and moving. He was still beside me, propped up slightly, studying me with an expression I couldn't read yet because I hadn't been awake long enough.
"What?" I asked.
"Something happened last night," he said.
I blinked. "What kind of something?"
He was quiet for a moment.
"You were floating," he said.
I stared at him.
"In your sleep," he said. "About a foot off the bed. Vaela was close to the surface. There was silver in your skin."
I sat up slowly.
"You're serious," I said.
"Yes," he said.
My gaze dropped to my hands. They looked the same as they always did. Nothing about them suggested that I'd apparently spent part of the night floating above the bed without knowing it.
"Did I come down
