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Serena’s POV
Ronan was healing too fast.
The wounds that should have taken weeks to mend had already faded to the faintest shadows on his skin. The weakness in his body, the exhaustion that had left him trembling yesterday, was gone. Now, he moved with the same quiet, lethal grace he had when I first found him—strong, dangerous, whole.
And he knew it. He knew exactly what he was doi.g it was like he had planned on spending the entire day on tormenting me. Not wiu words though. He didn’t need words. Just with his presence.
He strolled into the kitchen shirtless for the umpteenth time today, stretching like he was trying to out on a show or get my attention.
I ignored him. Or at least I tried to. I focused on my coffee, forcing my eyes to stay on the swirling liquor instead of the b
