Soren is my home.
CHAPTER 12
RONAN
"I
don't understand you anymore. It's like...talking to a wall that never dents. I can't seem to reach you," Tova whispers, her eyes red-rimmed.
She says that a lot lately, sounding like a damn broken record.
Before, her tendencies to burst into tears at the slightest events had only been mildly frustrating. Now, it grated on every damned nerve, pissing me the f**k off. Maybe it is the fact that the spies we had infiltrate Soren Winter's stronghold failed to mention the important detail of his little bride's pregnancy.
I had fancied myself to always be three steps ahead, but if the spies were sending back filtered information, it could only mean they've been found out.
What troubles me is how long. And if the missives I have received in the last f
