Deep in the palace library, Ronan sat in a high-backed leather chair, the only light illuminating the library was from the table lamp right across the seat he was seated on. He had a bottle of expensive whiskey on the table, it was already half empty.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn piece of parchment. It was a drawing Liora had made when they were sixteen. It was a messy sketch of the two of them under the moon.
Ronan closed his eyes, the memory hitting him with the force of a physical blow.
Everyone thought Liora had left because he chose Isolde. Everyone thought the rejection was the reason she fled. But they didn't know the truth.
TEN YEARS AGO
The palace had been just as loud, just as suffocating. Ronan was eighteen, his wolf senses newly awakened and it h
