Chapter 111

“Ronan?”

Talia’s voice trembled as she called out to him—barely above a whisper, yet loud enough to strike the air like a stone thrown into still water. Ronan paused with his hand on the doorknob. The muscles in his back tightened beneath his shirt, but he did not turn, did not look at her. For a heartbeat, the world held its breath with him.

The hallway they stood in was quiet, empty. Soft lant