Zylan body began to tremble, the sensation creeping over him in waves, an eerie dissonance that felt foreign to him. His eyes flickered with disbelief. Why was his body reacting this way? He couldn't understand it—this involuntary reaction that seemed to take on a life of its own. His mind struggled to gain control over the trembling, but it was like trying to rein in a storm.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white from the pressure as if holding on could stop the onslaught of sensations overwhelming him. He cursed under his breath, his voice barely a whisper, laced with frustration as he tried to steady himself, to regain some semblance of control.
