Ronan’s POV

Coming home was supposed to feel the same. It usually did. Familiar halls, familiar scent of dinner through polished wood, the low murmur of staff that faded the second they caught a glimpse of me.

But tonight... something shifted. The air was lighter. Yet it felt warmer. An overwhelming sense of urgency still tinged the air.

It made for an interesting mix of contradictions which left me a little bit curious to find out what was going on.

‘What's going on here?’

It hit me ...