I throw back the covers and cross the room barefoot.
"Ronan?" I call through the door.
A beat of silence follows.
Then—
"Open the door."
Something in his tone makes every nerve in my body snap taut.
I unlock it immediately.
The moment the door swings open, my breath catches.
Ronan stands in the hallway shirtless, a pair of gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Under any other circumstances, the sight would have stolen every coherent thought from my head.
Tonight, it barely registers.
Because his expression is wrong.
Gone is the softness from earlier. Gone is the teasing glint that had been in his eyes when he walked me to my room.
His jaw is clenched so tightly I can see the muscle ticking beneath his skin.
"What happened?" I ask.
His gaze sweeps over me quickl
