~ KILLIAN ~
"You’re burning the bacon," Ronan says, nodding toward the skillet, arms crossed with that usual unreadable expression on his face. "Not sure how Tess feels about crispy pork, but Lyra isn’t a fan."
A growl vibrates low in my throat as I flip the sizzling strips. Smoke curls upward, stinging my nose and reminding me that I’m not where I want to be. The second I heard Tess’s voice float down the hall, fragile but alive, I nearly bolted—ready to scoop her into my arms, see her with my own eyes, make sure she’s safe.
If it weren’t for Ronan, I would’ve done exactly that.
But he held me back, insisted Tess needed to hear things from Lyra first. Said she had to be eased into the truth, not ambushed by a wolf vibrating with territorial rage.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe not.
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