-Ronan Hale:
I stood there, in the dim light of the room that was supposed to be mine. But for the past two weeks, it hadn't been just mine. I'd been sharing it with Elara.
And it had been—
Perfect.
Sleeping every night with her beside me, the soft rhythm of her breathing filling the silence, the warmth of her presence just within reach—it was the kind of thing I never thought I'd have.
I wasn't the kind of man who got soft, who let himself enjoy something as simple as waking up next to someone, but damn, waking up to her—it was like waking up to the sun resting beside me.
Her hair spilled over the pillow, catching the faint glow of the dying embers in the fireplace. Her face was peaceful and relaxed, her lips slightly parted as she slept. She looked like something out of a dream, something so fragile and yet strong.
And yet, my thoughts were tangled.
Because she had told me—
She liked someone else.
Not just someone.
Lucien.
