Chapter 50

**Sloane**

I wake up slowly, my body is arguing with the idea, every muscle sore and heavy, every breath tugging at stitches that don’t want to stretch. The first thing I register is the clean sheets under me, soft and warm, nothing like the cot-style mattresses I’ve spent most of my life bleeding on. Ronan is beside me. He’s on his back, one arm thrown over his stomach, jaw shadowed with stubble,