Ronan's POV

Elias fell asleep again after eating.

I sat in the chair across from the couch. Watched him breathe. Made sure he was okay.

The bond was strange. I could feel him now. Not his thoughts exactly. But his emotions. His physical state.

Right now he was exhausted. Drained. But stable.

That was something.

My phone buzzed. Message from Castellan.

“My office. 4 PM. Both of you. No excuses.”

I texted back.

“We'll be there.”

Four PM. That gave us a few hours.

I needed to ...