Elias’s POV

Ronan stayed kneeling in front of me for a long time. Long enough for the room to feel too small and too quiet again. His eyes kept moving across my face like he was checking if I was hurt anywhere he missed.

I could not look away from him. Something about the worry on his face made my chest feel tight.

He finally pushed himself up and stood. He checked the door again and pressed his palm against it as if making sure it was solid enough to hold back danger.

Then he walked to ...