RONAN'S POV

Kieran contacted us three days later.

The message was simple: We need to talk. Tonight. My room. 10 PM. Important.

I showed Elias. "Should we go?"

"Do we have a choice?"

"Not really."

Kieran's room was in the east wing. Third floor. I'd never been there before. Didn't even know what he looked like beyond brief glimpses in the dining hall.

We knocked at exactly ten PM. The door opened immediately.

Kieran was taller than I expected. Lean build. Sharp features. Dark hair. Eyes ...