Amelia's POV

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

The words replayed like a gunshot.

When I finally turned, half expecting Asher or a Lupari blade aimed at my throat, I found—

Ronan.

His back was straight, his eyes sharp, his stance tense.

He looked like someone who had sprinted across half the Summit to get here.

Beside him, stood a younger rebel boy, barely eighteen.

I recognized him immediately… the one who’d pretended to be lost and barged into the hallway earlier, ...