The journey was long and cold.
Ronan rode at the head of his army, his golden eyes fixed straight ahead, his thoughts were dark and heavy.
The rebellion had taken a child from him.
And now he would take everything from them.
He would find them—and burn them to the ground.
And yet, despite the rage that burned inside him he couldn’t shake the lingering sensation of Selene’s lips against his.
He shook his head sharply.
There was no time for distractions.
And yet, the taste of her lingered.
He clenched his jaw and rode harder, letting the wind bite into his skin. There would be no rest. No mercy until he avenged Hannah.
By the time he returned home, there would be nothing left of the rebellion but ash.
As they moved, something in the distance caught his attention. Smoke—thick, dar
