Austin woke when his bed tried to walk across the room.
The cedar frame jerked left, stopped, and jerked right. A mug fell off the nightstand. Cold tea ran under the door.
Cerberus Pug jumped up with all three heads barking.
“Easy,” Austin said. “It’s coming from me.”
Behind his navel, two stars turned around each other where one steady core had been the night before. Their pulls did not line up. Each pass sent a sideways force through his body.
A warning filled his sight.
Austin put both feet on the floor. The next pull threw him against the wall.
Pug’s center head caught his sleeve. The left head braced against the bed. The right head picked up the fallen mug, which did not help.
