RONAN’S POV
I was shoving our clothes into some duffel bag when Ewan stirred behind me. The sound of him waking up made my shoulders tense, but I kept packing. We needed to get out of here. Away from this place, away from him, away from whatever spell this Eamon had cast over my brother.
"My head feels like s**t," Ewan mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"Of course it does." I didn't turn around. "You shifted."
I heard the sheets rustle as he sat up. When I finally looked at him, he was rubbing his temples, his dark hair sticking up at odd angles. He looked fragile in the morning light, younger somehow. It made something twist in my chest.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, even though I knew damn well why. I just wanted to know how far gone he was. I wanted to know if Ewan would be hon
