⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Good morning, Luna,” Ronan greeted me. “Good morning,” I croaked. The raw roughness in my voice was so glaringly obvious that I had to clear my throat quickly. Zayn didn’t say a word, but he slid a steaming cup of herbal tea toward me. His fingers paused briefly near mine, like he almost meant to say something, before he pulled his hand back and said, “Have something hot, sweetheart. It will help your throat.” I gave a stiff, emotionless nod and wrapped my hands around the cup. We didn’t even share our morning kiss or soft pleasantries today. It wasn’t like we had a dramatic routine every morning, but today, the freezing silence between us felt stretched thin and fragile, like something that might snap if either of us spoke too honestly. Zayn shifted in his chair, turning his attention back to the table. “We were just discussing hosting a small gathering right here at the inn for the people tonight.” “Yes, it’s a great way to boost morale and celebr
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