Elias’s POV

I woke up to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Soft and careful ones.

At first I thought I was dreaming, because everything felt blurry. My eyes were half-closed and my head rested against something warm. When I lifted it a little, I realized I had fallen asleep on Ronan’s shoulder.

He didn’t move.

He was awake. Sitting still. Watching the door like he expected someone to walk in at any second.

“How long… was I asleep?” I asked quietly.

“A few hours,” he ...