RONAN’S POV

I was shoving our clothes into some duffel bag when Ewan stirred behind me. The sound of him waking up made my shoulders tense, but I kept packing. We needed to get out of here. Away from this place, away from him, away from whatever spell this Eamon had cast over my brother.

"My head feels like shit," Ewan mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Of course it does." I didn't turn around. "You shifted."

I heard the sheets rustle as he sat up. When I finally looked at him, he was ...