Page 192 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

I’m inside it somehow.

Or connected to it.

The distinction suddenly doesn’t feel important; what matters is the overwhelming amount of power pouring through me.

I can feel everything.

The dome.

The cocoons.

The drakaths sleeping within them.

Thousands of connections stretching endlessly outwards like veins running through a living body. The sheer scale of it is suffocating, and for a moment, I struggle beneath the weight of it.

Submit.

The voice doesn’t come from a particular direction. It exists everywhere at once, ancient and impossibly powerful.

Submit.

The pressure increases immediately, and through it all, Jayce’s touch remains like a shield wrapped around me, anchoring me to my sanity.

You are in control. You do not bend to anyone.

His voice is like a soothing stream passing through the chaos.

I am in control…

The power surrounding me pushes against my mind, against my will, against the very core of who I am. It isn’t attacking me; it isn’t trying to hurt me; it’s trying to absorb me.

To make me part of it.

But with it, it’s promising peace, serenity…

Submit.

The command rolls through me again, stronger this time, and I feel myself beginning to slip.

Life is hard… right? But there are reasons to live, reasons to get through it…

Sienna!

Jayce’s voice cuts through everything, and I feel something snap.

I cling to the sound of his voice instinctively; he isn’t here physically, but he’s grounding me, holding onto me, refusing to let me disappear.

The voice grows stronger, demanding my submission.

Submit.

No.

The word leaves my lips quietly.

The energy around me ripples.

Submit.