Elias’s POV

I did not sleep well.

I lay awake most of the night, staring at the ceiling, my heart beating too fast each time I remembered the voice of the man who broke in. Even with Ronan beside me on the floor, even with his calm breathing in the room, I still felt like someone was standing outside the door waiting for me to blink.

When morning came, my eyes hurt. My head felt heavy. I wanted to stay under the blanket and pretend the day did not exist, but someone knocked on my door.

It ...