Ronan’s POV
I was torn between reassuring Freya and running after Timon. But she made it essy by walking away. I followed Timon hoping to have a discussion with her later. I couldn’t get to ask Timon who the guest is. As we entered the study, my heart leaped at the sight of my cousin, Dawn.
“Dawn? What are you doing here?” I inquired moving close to her while Timon maintained his position by the door.
Dawn had tears in her eyes as she rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist tightly. I hugged her, feeling all the emotions over again. Everything about her boils back to Aunt Celine. They practically smell the same and talk the same. Anyone who isn’t close to yhe family will never known aunt Celine didn’t birth the girl herself.
“Does your father know you are here?” I aske
