Ronan’s POV.
I don’t dream much anymore.
When I do, it’s usually of the past. Of fire. Of blood. Of the sound my father made when he told me I would never be enough.
But tonight, I dream of Ivy.
Not in the way I expected.
She’s not smiling. Not glowing in sunlight or dancing through wildflowers. No, she’s in the middle of a storm, soaked and shaking. Her eyes are wild with something between fear and rage. And she’s calling my name, but I can’t reach her.
I wake with a sharp inhale, chest tight.
The room is dark. Still. Cold.
I sit on the edge of my bed and drag my hands down my face. It’s been days since I got real sleep. Days since the fight between Elias and Kiernan. Since Ivy came back from the ridge with her heart caught between them.
I stayed out of it.
That’s what I do.
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