The Miracle Luna
I repeated.
With an amused sigh, he finally turned, giving me just enough space to step in—still wrapped in my dress.
God help me, this house really was a maze of madness.
Gabriel lifted his hand and waved it slowly near the fogged glass panel.
“This shower works with motion sensors,” he said, voice low and annoyingly calm despite being soaked to the bone. “Invisible ones. Wave your hand here”—he demonstrated again—“and it turns on. Temperature adjusts automatically based on the first registered user. You can also say a command, but I figured that’d confuse you more.”