{Ronan’s POV}
“One day at a time.” I sighed.
Staying under the same roof as someone you didn’t trust was always exhausting. But what could we do?
The safe house should have felt like a refuge. Instead, it felt restless. The witch had claimed a chair near the fireplace, her silver-streaked hair catching the firelight. ‘She sure knows how to keep us tense.’ I sighed internally.
After our disagreement, no one spoke for a while.
Damon moved restless along the walls, circling her. It was hard to read him sometimes. Over the months getting to know Damon, I had seen him stoic… which was most of the time… and I had seen how he changed around his niece. And this looked like one of those times. Anya was nowhere near. But Damon wasn't his usual self.
‘Just how important was this King Charles
