Ronan
My eyes darted from one end of the room to another, allowing the smell of the burning candles to reach my lungs before exhaling. I had sent Sheila away to avoid questions, I hated questions, I hated giving reasons for what I had done especially when I never understood them myself.
My mate’s eyes were blue, I had sometimes looked into them while marking her but there was a lighter version now,
A green version and her choice of words and newly profound boldness. All of these caused my mind to reel in circles.
I had planned to call my men, they would check the water she fell into if it had some witch's spell in it and if it did we would track down the witch and kill it.
Then I could drag her away by my gaurs into my chambers and have her tortured till the spell withered away but
