Ronan
Two days later
She’s been avoiding me for days now. Not just sidestepping conversations or ducking out of rooms—she’s been ghosting me like I’m poison. Since she returned from her mother's home that evening, something in her shifted. I don’t know what was said, but I feel the tension in the way she moves. Quieter. Sharper. Like she’s bracing for impact at any given moment.
And sure enough, today is no different. She does it again. The second I walk into the kitchen, and then she’s gone— just the sound of a door clicking shut, a shadow slipping out of reach so fast.
No words. Not even a glance. Just a silent exit through the side door, her soft dark waves swaying as she disappears.
“Does she really think this is going to work?” Aric growls, his claws raking against the inside o
