THIRD POV
The room fell quiet the moment Alexander walked out.
A heavy quiet.
The kind that settled after something explosive had just happened.
Faye hesitated briefly at the doorway, her eyes shifting toward Roman once again.
He was still sitting there looking drained, sweat clinging to his skin, his breathing steady now.
Then she followed after Alexander.
And just like that—
It was only Helen and Roman left in the room.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Roman took a deep breath, his muscles still feeling strained from whatever the magic had done to him.
There was lingering pressure beneath his skin.
An unnatural heaviness sitting inside his chest.
But compared to earlier—
He was stabilizing far too quickly.
Helen stood across from him, watching him with an intensit
