{Ronan’s POV}

Even as Damon continued, my mind was racing.

His words cut into me like claws. Lisa. Hospital. Incident at Red Loom. I heard every syllable yet it felt unreal, as if the air itself had thickened and slowed time around me. A moment ago my thoughts had been on contracts, alliances, and strategies that could turn the tide against Lucien. All of it evaporated in a heartbeat.

I forced my face into composure, schooling every line into calm. Panic wanted to claw its way out of my chest, but I locked it down. Showing weakness in front of another Alpha, even a potential ally, was not an option....