That night, Rook trained. Mara taught him to focus not on force, but on flow. "You're not breaking laws of physics. You're bending them. Ride the current instead of fighting it."
She made him move trailers without touching them, redirect collisions, balance loads on the edge of tipping. His veins glowed brighter each time, and when he faltered, Mara snapped at him.
"Control it, or it controls you."
Rook clenched his fists. "I didn't ask for this."
"None of us did," Mara said coldly. "Now shut up and drive."