Lisa’s POV
“Uhmm… Heri,” I stammered, blinking hard because—wait, wait, wait—what just happened here?
This tiny bean of mine—this kid—just planted herself like a bodyguard between me and a six-foot-whatever Alpha werewolf. And not just stood there—defended me.
Her voice was firm, steady, like she’d been practicing Alpha Stare 101 in the mirror. And Ronan… ohhh Ronan’s face was priceless. His brows knit together, his lips parting slightly like his brain was buffering.
“Heri,” I croaked again, “it’s okay. Really. I’m not… I’m not exhausted anymore.”
Her eyes whipped toward me, fierce and protective, little hands on her hips. “You were. I could tell.”
“I—” my words fumbled, tangling like yarn. “I mean yeah but—but—look, I’m fine now, see?” I did a little jazz-hands motion like that prov
