By the time morning sunlight pushed through the window, I felt like a zombie that had been hit by a truck, revived, and then hit again for fun. My eyes burned from staying awake all night. My fingers cramped from drawing. My brain buzzed with exhaustion, irritation, and the lingering awareness of Ronan sitting in my room like a silent guardian statue.
He had not slept. Not one second.
When I finally sat up, hair a mess, eyes half open, Ronan turned his head like he had been waiting for movement.
“You should sleep,” he said.
“You think,” I muttered.
“You were awake the entire night.”
“You were watching me the entire night.”
“That was my job.”
“Well, your job is creepy.”
His jaw tightened. “Did you have nightmares?”
“No. I had you staring at me.”
“I was not staring.”
“Yes, you we
