I woke up to Ronan's quiet voice. He was talking to someone. 

"Have you found the boy?" he asked. 

"No, sir. Our scouts in the forest didn't find him. He is probably with the rogues." That was Franklin's voice. 

"Don't let him slip away if he ever comes again," he ordered. I heard footsteps.

I didn't remember going to bed last night. I scanned the room and saw Ronan on his large desk, going through folders. He looked disheveled but very sexy. Our conversation from last night replayed in my head, and my heart broke. I told myself it was for the best, then got out of bed and started...