LOGINRonan
The first one begs. They always do. It’s almost… predictable. “Please… please, I don’t know anything…” I tilt my head, studying him like he’s something I found on the bottom of my shoe.
“Ah, now that’s just disappointing, lad,” I mutter, voice low, thick with my accent curling through every word. “Here I was thinkin’ ye’d at least make thi
DeclanThe second Maya hangs up, I know I'm in trouble. Not because of Viktor. Not because of Cillian. Not because Liam is currently glaring at me like he wants to handcuff me to the hospital bed. Because of one sentence. ‘Come see me.’I shouldn't have said it. I know that. The problem is, I meant it. Every word. Every syllable. The silence that follows the call feels heavier than the conversation itself. I stare at my phone. At the dark screen. At my own reflection staring back. Christ. I've completely lost my mind.Liam is sitting in the chair across from me. Watching. The bastard has been watching me for the entire call. Not listening. Just watching. Which somehow feels worse. "How bad is it?"I look up. "What?"He points toward me."Whatever's happening in your head."I snort. Pain immediately shoots through my ribs. Fantastic. "Mind your business."“Aye." He nods. "That's usually how I know it's serious.
MayaI spend forty-five minutes staring at my closet. Not because I don't have clothes. Because apparently I'm losing my mind. I pull out a black dress. Put it back. Try a green one. Hate it. Try jeans. Put those back too. By the time I've changed outfits for the fifth time, I'm ready to throw myself out the window.The problem isn't the dinner. The problem is everything else. The explosion. The kiss. The hospital. The texts. Declan. Especially Declan.My phone sits on the edge of my bed. Silent. For now. I glance at it. Then immediately look away. Pathetic. Completely pathetic. Sophia would never let me live this down. The thought alone almost makes me call her. Almost. Then she'd start asking questions. Questions I don't want to answer.Questions like: Why are you smiling at your phone? Why do you look nervous? Why did you spend twenty minutes staring at a text that says "Don't tempt me sweetheart”?
DeclanI hate hospitals. I hate the smell. I hate the machines. I hate the nurses. And I especially hate the fact that everyone seems to think nearly dying means I should sit still and behave myself. It's insulting. The television drones quietly in the corner of the room, some daytime talk show nobody actually watches. My attention isn't on it.It hasn't been on it all morning. My attention is currently on my phone. More specifically, on Maya. The woman has occupied every bloody thought in my head since she walked into this hospital. The kiss didn't help. If anything, it made everything ten times worse. Now I know she still feels it. The pull. The attraction. The thing we've spent years pretending wasn't there.And now she's going out with a Russian. A Russian. Christ. The door opens. Liam walks inside carrying a folder. One look at his face tells me this isn't a social visit. Good. I don't want company. I want information. "What?"He tosses the folder on
MayaI don't sleep. Not really. I close my eyes. I lie in bed. I stare at the ceiling. But sleep never comes. Every time I start drifting off, I see fire. The explosion. The flames. The twisted remains of Declan's Aston Martin.Then my brain immediately replaces the image with something worse. Declan in that hospital bed. Bandages. Bruises. Burns. The sight of him keeps replaying over and over. So does the kiss. Especially the kiss.God. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn't thinking. That's the problem. For one stupid moment, I forgot about reality. Forgot about consequences. Forgot about Elena. Forgot about everything except the fact that I thought he'd died. And then he was alive. And suddenly, years of pretending disappeared. The memory makes my stomach twist.I roll over. Then back again. Then grab my phone. 4:17 AM. Wonderful. I hate everything. My phone lights up. A text message. Unknown number. My
DeclanThe second Maya walks out of the room, I know I'm fucked. Not because of the bomb. Not because of the Russians. Not because my entire left side feels like someone used it for target practice. Because Cillian saw. Maybe not everything. But enough.The silence that settles over the room after Maya leaves feels different. Sharper. More dangerous. Elena is still talking. Sophia is still standing near the door. But I can feel it. Cillian is thinking. And that is never a good sign. Especially for me.I keep my eyes on the television mounted in the corner of the room. The television isn't even on. That's not the point. The point is not looking at Cillian. Because if I look at him, he'll know. The bastard always knows. Eventually, Sophia leaves. Then Elena gets dragged away by a nurse who wants to check on the baby.Cillian immediately follows her. Good. Excellent. Perfect. The problem is that Liam stays. Of course he does. The room falls silent. Liam sits
MayaThe second the door handle moves, I jump away from Declan's bed like I've been caught committing a crime. Which, honestly, isn't entirely inaccurate. My heart is still racing. My lips still tingle. And Declan is still looking at me like he wants to drag me right back across the room.Dangerous. Very dangerous. The door swings open. Elena walks in carrying two coffees. Completely oblivious. Thank God. "Why do you both look weird?"My entire body freezes. Declan immediately answers. "Pain medication."Traitor. I glare at him. Elena narrows her eyes. "You're blaming drugs?"“Aye." He replies quickly."That doesn't even make sense,” Elena says as she looks at Declan and then at me. I shrug slightly, offering her a small smile."It rarely does.” He replies. The idiot actually smirks. I want to throw something at him. Pre
ElenaThe necklace is worth more than my entire life. I can feel it. Cold diamonds wrapped tight around my throat like a warning I don’t understand.“Don’t touch it too much,” the event manager snaps as she adjusts it for the third time. “You’re modelling it, not fidgeting with it.”“I’m not…” I st
ElenaHis hand doesn’t leave my waist. Not when the music shifts. Not when people start watching. Not when I try to create space between us. If anything, his grip tightens.“Dance,” he says quietly.Not a requ
ElenaMy arms are shaking. Not visibly. Not enough for Liam to call it out. But I feel it. Every muscle tight, every movement just slightly slower than it should be as I raise my hands again, trying to keep my stance steady.“Again,” Liam says.Of course. I exhale
ElenaI don’t realize how tense my body is until he tells me to walk again.“Come,” Cillian says, his voice calm, controlled, like everything in his world already bends to him, and I hate how my body reacts to it before my brain does. I hesitate for half a second, just enough to remind myself I don







