Chapter 86

NADINE

Three weeks.

Three weeks of attempting and falling and attempting once more and failing even harder. Three weeks of hushed urging and dimly lit rooms and Ronan's hands being so gentle with me, as though he believed I might shatter if he touched me improperly. Three weeks of being like I was constructed out of broken glass, acting as though the glue was holding.

It wasn't.

I was curled up on