THIRD POV
Roman’s body was still caught in the strain of it—halfway between control and losing it completely.
The shift pressed harder against him, forcing its way through despite the resistance he tried to hold onto. His grip on the table tightened, his breathing uneven, his focus slipping in and out as the pressure built.
And then he heard it.
“Roman.”
The voice came calm.
It settled into him, steady and sure, like it had always been there.
“Don’t fight it.”
Roman didn’t question the voice at that moment.
He wasn’t in a place to.
His mind wasn’t clear enough to think, to doubt, to wonder where it came from or why it sounded the way it did.
He just… felt it.
Felt the weight of it.
Felt the ease in it.
And something in him responded.
The resistance in his body slowed... loos
