Chapter 158

The chamber was dim, lit only by the last coals in the hearth and the slow breath of candlelight. The drapes had been drawn. The world outside was quiet.

Ronan sat cross-legged on the bed, brushing his hair loose from the day’s braid. He was in a soft linen robe, barefoot, sleep-tousled already. Di...

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