~ RONAN ~

I lead Lyra inside the elegant little cottage I use when I need time alone, relaxing slightly as I step into the space. I wait until she crosses the threshold before closing the door behind her. I can’t stop myself from assessing her movements or scenting the air for any hint of her emotions. She’s nervous. I can tell.

She twirls slowly, her gaze sweeping over the connected living room and kitchen before roaming up toward the narrow staircase that leads to the ...