CONNOR POV
It didn’t matter what I did.
The wall didn’t move.
I hit it with water first, because instinctively that was where my power went when I felt blocked, when something stood between me and what I needed, and the humidity thickened instantly, droplets forming along the stone before surging forward in a concentrated blast that would have pulverized concrete.
The wall absorbed it.
Not deflected. Not resisted.
Absorbed.
I tried claws next, dragging them down the surface hard enough that sparks jumped and stone screeched, my muscles locking as I drove all my strength into the motion, shoulders burning, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached.
Nothing.
I punched it.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
I didn’t stop when my knuckles split open and blood slicked my hands, didn’t stop when Anne s
