Devil in the Storm

I couldn’t get back to sleep after that dream.

No… that memory.

That haunting, painful memory.

The image of Ronan’s eyes filled with so much hatred still weighed on me. Everything from the way he spat my name, to the way he looked at me… it was as if he despised me more than anything else. And I could understand why, given what I’d put him through.

But just like the memory of those burning haz