RONAN
Everything was falling apart and the worst part was that I'd done it to myself.
I sat on the edge of the bed in the small room they'd given me at the far end of the mansion's east wing, my elbows on my knees and my hands hanging loose between them, staring at the floor like it had answers I hadn't found yet. My black leather jacket was draped over the chair in the corner, my boots still on, my dark jeans dusty from the hours I'd spent getting in and out of places I was never supposed to be tonight. I hadn't slept. I wasn't going to sleep. My mind was moving too fast, turning the same corners over and over, landing on the same conclusion every time.
I'd made it worse. Everything I'd done tonight, everything I'd told myself was the right call, had made it worse. Bringing Cade back m
