Jaxon
I’d done the one thing I swore I wouldn’t. I watched Elvira from the window of my chambers. She was in the flower yard with Brielle, laughing, her head tossed back in a way that made her hair shimmer beneath the late afternoon sun. I should’ve looked away. I should’ve turned around and kept walking. But I didn’t.
Instead, I stood there like a fool.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I muttered under my breath, jaw clenched tight.
The knock at my chamber door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.”
It was Ronan. He stepped inside, arms folded, his usual stern face even more drawn than usual.
“We need to talk,” he said, voice low.
“I figured,” I replied, returning to my desk and lowering myself into the chair.
“She’s healed, Jaxon,” Ronan said immediately, no time for pleas
