The three figures retreated back into the trees as suddenly as they'd appeared, dissolving into the dark with the same jerking, unnatural movement, leaving the compound in a taut, uneasy silence that nobody seemed willing to break first.
Ronan didn't move for a long moment, staring down at his own wrist like it belonged to someone else, the mark slowly receding back to its familiar faint lines now that whatever had drawn it out had withdrawn as well.
"We need to get you inside," he said finally, voice rough.
"We need to talk about what just happened to your arm."
"Inside first."
He didn't argue further, just guided me back through the compound with a tension in his shoulders that hadn't fully released even once the reinforced door had sealed behind us again. Bishop and Jax followed a
