Elias’s POV

When I woke up, the room was still dark.

For a moment, I forgot where I was; The alarms, forgot Hale. forgot the way Ronan had pulled me through hidden hallways just to hide me here.

The cushion under my cheek felt unfamiliar. The faint scent in the air was familiar; Ronan.

it was warm, Steady. Sharp around the edges.

Then everything rushed back.

I jolted upright, but a hand landed gently on my shoulder.

“Easy,” Ronan murmured.

He was sitting exactly where he’d been ...