The night stretched on in heavy silence, broken only by the crackling fire. I should have pulled my arm away, put distance between us, but I couldn’t.
Ronan’s fingers moved over my wound with careful precision, his touch warmer than it should have been. I wasn’t used to him being gentle.
"You should have dodged faster," he muttered.
I scoffed. "Oh, I’m sorry. Next time I’ll ask the wolf to slow down."
A smirk tugged at his lips. "Smart mouth, as always."
I sucked in a breath as he pressed something against the cut. A sharp sting shot through my arm, making me wince.
"Try not to cry," he teased.
I glared at him. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"
He didn’t answer, but there was a glint in his silver eyes.
For a moment, I forgot the pain. I forgot the wolves, the revenge, everythin
