Alessandra’s POV
I tried to focus. But as Ronan discussed the details of The Cathedral, its weak points, and what we would do the night of Maisie’s return when she would make Troy vulnerable enough to restrain him, all I could truly study was that of the man hanging over the plans. Specifically, the way his arms pulled upwards in a flex as he set all of his weight as he paid attention. His eyes, those deep pools of deep amber, rode across the details as my lip came between my teeth to how they looked at me just an hour prior. My breath was unsteady to every one of his innocuous actions. Every time he released a deep breath or shuffled his fingers nervously through his hair, and I was a victim to my lust all the same when his eyes met mine.
For the first time since we were reintroduced,
