Chapter 31

**Ronan**

She eats in silence, but I watch her like a hawk, because every bite feels like a win. The girl who bleeds for me, who stalks me, who slips through my walls and leaves lasagna in my kitchen while my men wake up locked in the pantry, is sitting at my table in my shirt like this is normal. Her hair is still damp, sticking to the side of her neck. Her legs are bare under the hem of the butt