The Price of Protection

KIERA'S POV

Ronan sat across from me at the dining table, shoveling food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in days. I watched him, though my own breakfast was untouched. The tension in the room was thick, and the clinking of his fork against the plate grated on my nerves. My mind kept circling back to what Gael had done, how he’d knocked me out just to push forward with his plans. And now, Sienn