Roman’s eyes narrowed slightly as I approached.
“You feel that too,” I said quietly.
His jaw tightened just a fraction.
“I don’t know what I feel,” he answered honestly.
Confused in the way a man is when something inside his own body no longer follows rules he understands.
I let my gaze drop to where his injuries had been.
He noticed and raised his shirt for me to see.
Gone.
The skin was whole, smooth.
A breath left me slowly.
“That’s…” I stopped myself. “You’re not in pain.”
“No.”
He flexed his hand once, watching the movement like it belonged to someone else.
“It was real,” he said evenly. “The injury.”
“Yes.”
“And now it’s not.”
He lifted his eyes to mine.
“Explain that.”
It was a demand for clarity.
I held his gaze.
“I can’t. Not fully.”
His expression hardened sli
