Chapter 35

**Sloane**

Ronan eats the breakfast I made him, perched at the counter. He devours the food while I stand at the stove. I watch him through the corner of my eye, because there’s something almost absurdly satisfying about seeing a man built for violence, eating something I made. He smiles around a mouthful, and for a second, I let that small coil of warmth into my chest, that flicker of pride and t