{Ronan’s POV}

The estate’s walls had never felt so confining. The lights burned bright above me, but all I felt was the weight of unease pressing against my ribs. I couldn’t shake the echo of Lucien’s voice from the summit, that smug jab about secrets never staying hidden. He knew something. In fact… he knew too much.

I paced the length of the study, boots hitting the floor in a rhythm. My hands flexed at my sides, fists curling and uncurling as my thoughts circled the same point over and over. I was coming to terms with a thought that had nagged at me for a long time… and yet...