Liam closed his eyes.
For a moment, there was nothing.
No sound.
No movement.
No sensation.
Then, in the next instant, everything returned.
His body.
His breath.
His heartbeat.
The weight of his own existence.
Liam's eyes opened slowly.
He stared at the hand in front of him.
His fingers moved.
Once.
Twice.
He turned his wrist, flexed his palm, then slowly curled his fingers into a fist.
He could feel everything again.
The slight stiffness in his joints.
The warmth of his blood moving beneath his skin.
The beating of his heart.
The faint ache running through every muscle in his body.
He was back.
He was completely back in control.
For several seconds, Liam simply stared at his hand.
There was something deeply unsettling about watching your own body move while knowing that you weren't the one controlling it.
He had spent what felt like an eternity trapped inside himself, forced to watch while the consciousness occupying his body performed the ritual.
