{Ronan’s POV}

“One day at a time.” I sighed.

Staying under the same roof as someone you didn’t trust was always exhausting. But what could we do?

The safe house should have felt like a refuge. Instead, it felt restless. The witch had claimed a chair near the fireplace, her silver-streaked hair catching the firelight. ‘She sure knows how to keep us tense.’ I sighed internally.

After our disagreement, no one spoke for a while.

Damon moved restless along the walls, circling her. It was hard to read him sometimes. Over the months getting to know Damon, I had seen him stoic… which was most of the time… and I...