Ronan pov
“Ronan!” Alex spotted me and grinned. “We’re back. And successful, I might add.”
“So I hear.” I clasped his shoulder in greeting, then turned to Juliet. “Lady Juliet. Welcome to Blackwood territory.”
She curtsied, the movement graceful and practiced. “Alpha Ronan. Thank you for your hospitality. My father sends his regards and his hopes for your mother’s continued recovery.”
Continued recovery. Diplomatic phrasing for “we’ve heard she’s dying.”
“Your concern is appreciated.”
“I was hoping I might visit her,” Juliet continued. “If she’s well enough to receive guests? We were close when I was younger, and I’ve thought of her often.”
Were they? I had no memory of that. But Mother had mentioned wanting female company, and the healers said positive visits might help.
“I’m sur
