Elias’s POV

“Somewhere safer?”

The words echoed in my head long after Ronan said them.

He stood from the bed, movements sharp and decisive like he had already planned everything long before stepping back into the room.

I pulled the blanket tighter. “Where… where are we going?”

Ronan didn’t answer immediately.

He walked to the door, pressed his ear lightly against it, and listened for footsteps in the hall. His shoulders were tense like a drawn bowstring, and the silence ...