Ronan’s POV

Elias looked like he was trying to hold himself together with shaking hands.

I walked him back to the room, but even after we stepped inside, even after I locked the door, I could still feel that fear hanging in the air. It was heavy. It stayed between us like a shadow that refused to move.

He sat on the bed slowly. His shoulders were stiff. His eyes were far away.

I hated seeing him like this.

“Do you want water?” I asked.

He shook his head.

I sat beside him. Close, ...