LILY FELT the atmosphere shifted in her chest as she stood by the living room window, her fingers pressed against the cool glass. The world outside was quiet, deceptively peaceful. Inside, everything felt on the verge of cracking.
Ronan had been quiet all afternoon, pacing in short, clipped tracks near the fireplace, checking his phone, checking the window, then checking the door like he expected danger to walk in at any second. It didn’t help her nerves. It didn’t help the way her mind kept bouncing between the letter, her father’s fear… and Jeremiah’s hands on her during training earlier.
She still felt the ghost of his touch on her hips.
Ronan finally exhaled sharply and turned toward her. “Lily.”
She looked up, spine straightening at the seriousness in his voice.
“We need to talk.
