Jaxon

The echo of my boots against the polished wooden stairs broke the evening silence as I descended into the main hall. The moon streaming in through the wide windows painted soft lines across the floor, but I barely noticed. My gaze had already found Ronan standing by the corner, speaking in low tones with Kara.

Their heads were close. Kara’s expression looked tight, a little too serious for gossip. Ronan's shoulders were drawn, and the moment I stepped off the last stair, ...