Vigil and Venom

RONAN’S POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor. My boots were still wet from the lake. I hadn’t even changed. My shirt clung to my back, stiff with dried water and blood. Most of it wasn’t mine. Some of it probably was. I didn’t care.

The room smelled like herbs and smoke. The healer’s candles were burning low. I watched the wax drip down the side of the glass h