Ronan’s words hit me harder than any rogue ever could.
“We should not have done this.”
For a second, I could not breathe. The room spun. My heartbeat slammed painfully against my ribs. The warmth of his skin still clung to mine, his scent still wrapped around me, the bond still pulsing like a drum inside my chest.
And he said that.
He said it like the last hour meant nothing.
I sat up slowly, every movement stiff and shaky. The sheets slid off my shoulder, pooling around my waist, and cold air hit my skin. Ronan scrubbed his hands over his face like he wanted to erase everything that had just happened.
I felt something crack inside me.
Not gently.
Hard.
Violent.
Like my chest had been split open.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The blanket slipped down furthe
