I grab a zip-up hoodie.
My arm does not fit in the sleeve.
Turning, I grab a pair of dress pants.
I cannot get them even halfway up my thighs.
My jaw clenches, and I throw those onto the pile on the floor.
I know I grew. My clothes literally ripped off me. But I… did not consider what that meant.
All my clothes are the same size. I stopped growing two hundred and fifty years ago. There is nothing…
That might work.
I walk to the back corner of the closet and reach for the chest on the floor.
My horns catch on something.
It tears.
I stand.
Frustration wraps around me.
Taking a deep breath, I hold out my hand and call my gravito.
The chest slides across the floor, out from under my hanging clothes, and stops at my feet.
I twist my wrist.
The trunk lid opens.
I turn my hand, and a heavy piece of wool flies up into my grip.
Shaking it out, I slide one arm through a sleeve, then the other. Then I tie the belt around my waist.
My chest thrums with energy.
This new level of power is exhilarating. It’s like every time I use my gravito now, instead of draining my power, I charge it even more.
I concentrate on that feeling in my chest.
I stand still.
My heart is beating normally.
I press my palm to my chest to make sure.
Nix’s heart is beating normally.
My mate is calm.
Dragging my tongue over my fang, I walk out of the closet, back into the bedroom, and look at the clock.
Just after seven.
Nix does not have class for another three hours.