Ronan's POV Before the sun rose, I was already dressed. Lana stared from the bed as I put on my boots. "You're up early," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. She pushed herself onto her elbows, the sheet pooling around her waist. The sight of her, soft and warm from my bed, sent a conflicting surge of possessiveness and guilt through me. "I have to go out for a few hours," I said, my voice carefully neutral. "Pack business." Her brow furrowed, the sleepiness in her eyes replaced by sharp curiosity. "Out? Where? Is it Gideon? Is there trouble?" The questions were coming all at once. "It's a routine matter," I lied, the words tasting like ash. I stood up, strapping on my watch, avoiding her searching gaze. "Nothing for you to concern yourself with." I could feel her stare on my back as I moved toward the door. "Ronan." I stopped, my hand on the doorknob, but didn't turn. "Be careful," she said, her voice quiet but clear. The simple concern, so untainted by defiance or fe
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