Isla POV
I opened the door and deflated as I stared at the grinning Ronan.
He stood in the hallway looking effortlessly put together the way he always did when he wanted something. Dark brown hair neat, jacket on, that particular smile he used when he was about to be charming.
"Hey." His voice was warm like the hospital confrontation hadn't happened. "You haven't texted in a while. I got worried."
I stepped aside out of habit. "I was busy. You looked like you needed space."
He was about to respond but stopped as he noticed Carmilla seated at the kitchen counter.
"Hey." She waved.
He raised a brow. "I didn't expect company."
"She's my friend," I said. "Carmilla, this is Ronan."
Ronan glanced at me, irritated. "You mean Ronan your fiancé."
Carmilla set her cup down slowly.
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