Zara
Ronan didn't say a word. Not one.
He just stood there, frozen in the doorway like a ghost who'd caught the living dancing in their graveyard. My breath caught in my throat. I stepped back from Miles like I'd been burned, my heart crashing in my chest, guilt thick on my tongue.
"Ronan, " I started, but the word felt useless. Empty. Too late.
He didn't flinch. Didn't blink. His jaw clenched slightly, but his expression stayed unreadable. That was almost worse than rage.
Miles took a step forward. "Ronan, look... "
"Don't. " Ronan's voice was low, controlled and sharp enough to cut a glass.
Miles stiffened.
I couldn't breathe. My throat locked up. The silence stretched so wide between us, it could've swallowed the entire room.
Then Ronan turned. He just turne
