Lisa’s POV

I woke up to the sound of silence, except it wasn’t silent. There was a presence. Or someone.

I turned toward the doorway, still groggy, only to find Ronan standing there like a goddamn ghost. No knock. No greeting. Just him, fully dressed in his usual dark perfection, staring at me with those unreadable eyes.

Was he waiting for me to wake up?

“Morning?” I offered, rubbing my face.

He didn’t bother with a reply. “I'm here to remind you. The meeting with Mr. Greaves. Did ...