Page 37 of Destined For Her Alien Daddy

The warning arrives half a second before my stomach drops violently sideways.

The corridor ahead appears level, but my body suddenly feels pulled toward the left wall instead of downward. My balance shifts hard enough that I stumble into the black stone. The sensation only lasts an instant before normal gravity reasserts itself, but nausea rolls through me anyway.

Ghar catches my arm immediately.

Heat flashes through the bond with humiliating speed. His grip remains steady and controlled, but awareness crashes through me anyway, sharp enough to make my pulse misfire.

“I’m fine,” I say too quickly.

“You almost fell.”

“The hallway temporarily forgot how directions work.”

“That explanation does not improve the situation.”

“No kidding.”

His thumb shifts once against my sleeve before he releases me as though the contact burns.

That restraint affects me far more than holding on would have.

Teren stares at the corridor ahead with open betrayal. “Wonderful. We have officially reached the stage where gravity itself has started experimenting recreationally.”

Sira kneels beside the wall and brushes pale fingers lightly across the stone. “These distortions are patterned.”

Ghar immediately turns toward her. “Explain.”

“The fluctuations repeat through measurable harmonic intervals. Natural instability does not behave this way.”

“That’s impossible,” Teren says.

“No,” I murmur, staring at my scanner. “It isn’t.”

Everyone looks at me.

I activate a short-range mapping overlay across the corridor. Thin blue grids spread over the walls and floor, flickering erratically as the scanner attempts to reconcile the geometry.

“There,” I say quietly.

The projection shifts.

Not physically.

Mathematically.

The corridor spacing follows recursive proportional ratios identical to the deeper megastructures I uncovered earlier in the restricted scans. Tiny variations in wall placement compound over distance until the architecture subtly manipulates directional perception and localized gravitational orientation.

Brakk stares at the overlay with visible disgust. “You’re telling me the hallway is doing advanced mathematics at us.”

“In simplified terms, yes.”

“I preferred it when hallways merely collapsed.”

Ghar studies the projection carefully. “Could someone design this intentionally?”

“Yes.” Excitement rises despite the circumstances. “Or tune it. Or stabilize it. I don’t fully understand the mechanism yet.”

“You sound excited.”