Chapter 88

Sometime later, Ronan returned to the cabin, his footsteps uneven against the wooden floorboards. His expression was tight, the usual calm replaced by something raw — anxious, disturbed, and shadowed by a feeling Silas couldn’t quite name.

Silas looked up from where he stood by the window, arms crossed, his eyes narrowing. “What happened to you?”

Ronan hesitated at the door, his hand lingering on