Amelia POV

Ronan’s infirmary room was dim, only illuminated by the bright glow of the moon from spilling from the windows.

The air in the room smelled carried a scent go herbs antiseptic.

Ronan laid on the bed, bandaged from shoulder to ribs, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

But at the very least, he looked better than he had hours ago when he was barely alive.

But the sight of him like this still tore at me.

I pulled a chair closer and sat, my hands clasped tightly in my lap.

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