LAUREN'S POV

I stood there frozen, my mouth slightly open, still trying to process what I had just witnessed. My brain struggled to catch up with my eyes, like it couldn’t quite believe what it had seen. Roman — quiet, calm, composed Roman had just dislocated his own shoulder, twisted it back into place, and then flipped Ethan over like he was tossing a pillow across the room. For a second, I thought maybe I was dreaming or hallucinating, but the crash of a nearby coffee table and the sting ...